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

look.

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

long used to this

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

innermost circle knew the

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

a clinic door

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

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

something inside me crumbled. My fever seemed to

not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like my future without

– he was already carrying Oriana toward

around his neck.

part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana, betraying everything he tried to

he seemed completely oblivious to his own transparency.

a bitter laugh and headed

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

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

alone –

treatment room.

even worse, nearly collapsing as I

returned not even a text

I called him.

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