Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 2

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 a

look.

friend's sister wasn't feeling well. Brought her in to

was long used

to keep our relationship

sister who he'd

innermost circle knew the

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Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don't let me keep

clinic door further

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

take you there," he said eagerly, "Aveline, wait

them, something inside me crumbled. My fever seemed to return full force,

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

already carrying Oriana toward the clinic,

his part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana, betraying everything

he seemed completely oblivious

bitter laugh and

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

before

a self-deprecating smile, I handled everything alone - getting the

felt even worse, nearly collapsing as

Castro hadn't returned not

Reluctantly, I called him.

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