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.”

throwing me a quick

look.

feeling well. Brought

long used to

introduced me to all his friends as his best friend’s sister who he’d

knew the truth

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To Be His Perfect Replica. I Choose

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

door further

she started to hop again. Castro didn’t hesitate. He swept her

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

My fever seemed to return full force, leaving

leaned against the cold hospital wall, not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like my future without

didn’t wait for my response – he was already carrying Oriana

around his neck.

well he played his part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana, betraying

oblivious to his own transparency.

bitter laugh and headed to my own

my untreated burns, combined with emotional stress, had

finger hovered over Castro’s number out of habit before I caught myself. Habits really are terrifying things, aren’t they?

– getting the prescription and finding the IV

treatment room.

I felt even worse, nearly collapsing as I tried

hadn’t returned not even a text

I called

hospital?” He sounded surprised. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop home quickly and come back, but her stomach condition flared up and…”