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

I smiled awkwardly and put my hands on his shoulders. As he pinched my chin, I could only face him. Even so, I looked sideways.

"Nothing, nothing at all," I replied uncomfortably.

"Do you want me to check it by myself?" He paused for a moment and spoke in a trailed tone, "Hmm?"

If Patrick went to investigate it, he surely could find out the truth.

Hooking my arms around his neck, I looked down, kissed him on the forehead, and smiled, saying, "It's not a big deal. It's all over. Now it is not like I need your help in everything. I can also solve problems by myself."

Patrick looked up at me with a somewhat profound look in his eyes.

The two of us were so close to each other that I could even see my own reflection in his pitch-black eyes.

Chapter 500 I, Who Get Married for the First Time, Am Inevitably Nervous