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.

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

used to

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

knew the

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Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don’t

gestured toward a clinic door further

she started to hop again. Castro didn’t hesitate.

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

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

wall, not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor

already carrying Oriana toward the

around his neck.

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

completely oblivious to his own transparency.

out a bitter laugh and headed

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

of habit before I caught myself. Habits really

handled everything alone – getting the

treatment room.

worse, nearly

hadn’t returned not even a

called him.

sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop home quickly and come back, but her stomach