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

"Ah?" I was stunned, saying, "Can you come back and pick me up?"

The driver immediately refused, "No! I have another order to take!"

Then he hung up the call directly.

I was confused. Then Patrick's voice rang behind me.

Looking back, I saw Patrick sitting in a wheelchair with a gloomy look on his face.

I frowned slightly, "Why did you do so? Mr. Cowell."

After making up my mind to leave, I changed how I addressed him and no longer called him Master.

Hearing my address, Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lowered his eyes and said after a long while, "The online car-hailing is not safe."

Hearing his words, I looked at him with some inquiry in my eyes, "Then how should I leave?"

"Jeremy will come here to report to me tomorrow. I will let him take you away then."

Upon finishing his words, he turned around and left in his wheelchair.

Chapter 449 It Is Not Worth It If You Stay for a Cripple Like Me