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 a quick

look.

yes, my friend’s sister wasn’t feeling well. Brought

used to this

decided to keep our relationship secret, he’d introduced me to all his friends as

circle knew the truth about us.

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

gestured toward a clinic door further

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

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

to return

white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like my future without

my response – he was already carrying Oriana toward the clinic,

around his neck.

how well he played his part, his true feelings always

he seemed completely oblivious to his

a bitter laugh and headed

untreated burns, combined with emotional stress, had led to an infection. I needed

hovered over Castro’s number out of habit before I caught

I handled everything alone – getting the prescription and finding the IV

treatment room.

even worse, nearly collapsing as I tried to walk.

Castro hadn’t returned not even a text

called

sounded surprised. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop