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.”

tensed, throwing me a

look.

feeling well. Brought her in to check her fever.”

used

to all his friends as his best friend’s

innermost circle knew the truth about us.

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Replica. I

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

a clinic door further down the

Castro didn’t hesitate.

you there,” he said eagerly, “Aveline,

My fever seemed to return full force, leaving me weak and dirry.

stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like my

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

around his neck.

matter how well he played his part, his true feelings

oblivious

out a bitter laugh and headed to

106°F. The doctor explained that my untreated burns, combined with emotional stress, had led to an infection.

out of habit before I caught myself. Habits

handled everything alone – getting the prescription

treatment room.

nearly collapsing as

not even

I called

surprised. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop home quickly and come back, but her stomach condition flared