Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 2

I spent a restless night, tossing and turning, my skin clammy with fever sweat on the sheets.

At dawn, Castro tried to coax me out of bed. When I mumbled protests and pushed him away, he leaned in with an amused smile to kiss me.

For the first time in seven years, his kiss made me flinch. My hand Instinctively rose to slap him but I

just a brief 1 peck.

caught myself. Thankfully, it was

a

“Awake yet, sleeping beauty?” he teased.

I turned away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s Saturday. Why can’t you let me sleep?”

His expression softened with concern. “You were running a fever last night. Come on, we need to get you to the hospital.”

Though I felt better, his insistence won out and I reluctantly got dressed.

In the hospital corridor, we ran into Oriana. She was hobbling along alone, clearly having injured her

ankle.

Castro’s gentle demeanor vanished instantly. His brow furrowed with worry as he rushed to her side, steadying her with his hands.

“What happened to you?”

Oriana gave him a warm smile, then glanced meaningfully at me. “Just twisted my ankle. What a coincidence seeing you both here.”

me

look.

wasn’t feeling well. Brought her in to

long used

he’d introduced me to all his friends as

innermost circle knew the

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girl.” Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don’t let me keep you my appointment’s down

door further down the

started to hop again. Castro didn’t hesitate. He swept her up into his arms

me take you there,” he said eagerly, “Aveline, wait here for

something inside me crumbled. My fever seemed to return full force, leaving

not bothering to respond. The stark white

response – he was already carrying Oriana toward the clinic, her arms wrapped

around his neck.

he played his part, his true

seemed completely oblivious to his own

a bitter laugh and headed to my own appointment.

untreated burns, combined with emotional stress, had led to an

over Castro’s number out of habit before I caught myself.

self–deprecating smile, I handled everything alone –

treatment room.

felt even worse, nearly collapsing as I tried

hadn’t returned not even a text or

called him.

the hospital?” He sounded surprised. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop home