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.

sister wasn’t feeling well. Brought her in

was long used to

moment Castro decided to keep our relationship secret, he’d introduced me to all his

innermost circle knew the

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girl.” Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don’t

a clinic door further down the

hesitate.

he said eagerly, “Aveline,

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

the cold hospital wall, not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt

– he was already carrying Oriana toward the

around his neck.

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

oblivious to his own

and headed to my own

burns, combined with emotional stress, had led to an infection.

before I caught myself. Habits really

– getting the prescription and finding

treatment room.

nearly collapsing as

Castro hadn’t returned not even a text or

called him.

sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop home quickly and

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