All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again. The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters. This was not a detention house but a prison! "No! No!" My brain exploded! Hadn't I already go out? "Didn't I already get out?" "Why am I in prison?" I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might! "Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!" However, the corridor of the prison was empty. No one answered. I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse. I was desperate. And helpless. I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling. I held my knees tightly. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!" "I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!" "I've lost my child."  I squatte

However, Caroline did not lose her temper. Instead, she walked to the dining table and sat down on my seat. Then she said in a delicate voice, "I haven't had my breakfast yet." "Go and prepare another one for her. And put the one for Madam on my side." Patrick naturally instructed the servants. I saw that as soon as he finished speaking, Caroline clenched her hand under the table into a fist. And the cyan blood vessels on the back of her hand bulged slightly. Although I didn't understand what Patrick meant, I walked downstairs as if nothing had happened. Then I sat next to Patrick and watched the servant serve me the breakfast. Patrick and I sat side by side, eating breakfast alone. The servant quickly served another breakfast. Caroline did not touch the food. She said first, "Caroline, the reason why Patrick and I have chosen to forgive you this time is more because that you're the one who was chosen by Grandma and Grandpa Cowell. So we don't

I knew that Ned had agreed to my request by acting so. Just as I was worried about how to talk to Caroline, she said directly, "Whoever sees it has a share! I want to go there too." "Well..." I pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "Okay." In fact, I was secretly happy in my heart. After that, Patrick revealed the name of the restaurant where we would have dinner tomorrow evening, which was at No. 366 private room of Chef Ming's. Chef Ming's was a Michelin three-star restaurant. When I left the Cowell Family with Patrick, he sent a driver to send Caroline back. After that, he went back to the villa with me. He did so mainly for Ned. In the car back to the villa, I asked him and learned that No. 366 private room of Chef Ming's had been kept for him all the year round. After he finished his words, he asked me, "Tell me. What do you want to do tomorrow?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a secret." I was not s

I picked up the tablet next to my hand and searched news about the design of Caroline. The set of Caroline's drawings had been posted online. Admittedly, it was a very mature design. And its completion degree was also very good. But I couldn't be more clearer about Caroline's situation in college. Most of the classes in the Faculty of Design were graded according to assignments. Caroline rarely attended classes. If she did sometimes, she only took a nap there. When the time for submitting the homework came, she would hire someone to do her work at a high price. As for the other subjects for which she needed to take exams, she failed most of them several times. Finally, Gina stepped in and bribed the teachers, making her narrowly pass. When it came to her graduation design work, she didn't finish it by herself at all. It was not that I doubted her ability. However, it was impossible for such a person like Caroline to complete such a design

The person behind me was none other than Patrick's youngest uncle whom I had seen at Ned's house that day. When the security guard saw him, he immediately stood up straight and said respectfully, "Mr. Cowell, it turns out that you know this lady. I'm very sorry." After that, the security guard apologized to me. Patrick's youngest uncle walked up to me and reached out his hand, "Shall I get one for you?" "No need." I surely dared not to ask him to help me. But he took the initiative to take a bag in my hand over and then asked me which building I lived in. Then he le me all the way to the entrace of the building. "Thank you. I'm here." I was so polite that I wanted to take the bag back. Unexpectedly, Patrick's uncle said, "I'm also living in this building." There were a total of six or seven buildings in the whole "Unit No.1, City Y". So it was not a strange thing for us to live in the same building. We went into th