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

look.

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

was long used to this

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

circle knew the truth about

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a good guardian to the poor girl.” Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don’t let

gestured toward a clinic door

didn’t hesitate. He swept her up into his

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

to return

bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like

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

around his neck.

No 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

confirmed – my temperature was 106°F. The doctor explained that my untreated burns, combined

of habit before I caught myself.

smile, I handled everything alone – getting the prescription and finding the

treatment room.

felt even worse, nearly

returned not even a text or call.

called

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