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

look.

well. Brought her in to check

long used to

the moment Castro decided to keep our relationship secret, he'd

friend's sister who he'd promised to

circle knew the truth

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to the poor girl." Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don't let me keep you

gestured toward a clinic door further

didn't hesitate. He swept her up into his arms

you there," he said eagerly, "Aveline, wait here for

me crumbled. My fever seemed

not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty,

didn't wait for my response - he was already carrying Oriana toward

telling. No matter how well he played his part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana,

seemed completely oblivious

out a bitter laugh and headed

my untreated burns, combined with emotional stress, had led to

of habit before I caught myself. Habits really are

alone - getting the prescription and finding

treatment, I felt even worse, nearly collapsing as

Castro hadn't returned not even

Reluctantly, I called him.

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