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

"Then what do you like? I'll gift you with it." Patrick lowered his head and looked at me.

I knew he was talking about cars.

He had long disliked my MINI car at the price of over 20 thousand dollars which I had been driving for a long time.

However, I held his arm and answered immediately without deliberating for even one second, "I like you."

After hearing my answer, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised.

But soon, the smile at the corner of his mouth was brighter. Lowering his head, he gently kissed me on the forehead with profound gentleness in his pitch-black eyes, "Well, okay. Then what you need to think about is what kind of wedding ceremony you want."

Thinking about it, it seemed that I indeed didn't even think about having another wedding ceremony with Patrick.

After all, we were no longer young. And we had held a wedding ceremony.

Chapter 501 We Advocate Free Love and Oppose Arranged Marriages