Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

In fact, even though Patrick asked me to wash the curtains, I never thought of giving up.

Anyway, the curtains in themselves weren't dirty. I only had to wash them and hang them outside.

I spent an entire day washing two pieces of curtains roughly. Then, I carried them in my arms and hung them somewhere to dry.

It wasn't a difficult job for me. However, the water was too cold. After a day, my hands were frozen and swollen.

Maybe it was because I had suffered a lot before that such a petty thing was nothing to me.

At sunset, Tillie cooked dinner and sent it upstairs to Patrick.

Without getting permission to go upstairs, I made some dinner by myself.

After a while, Tillie sent the tableware down. Before she could put the tableware away, a bodyguard came downstairs and said, "Mr. Cowell asks you to help him take a bath."

As Tillie heard this, she seemed to be a little blushed again.

Chapter 444 Are You Going to Let Go of Your Remaining Dignity?