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.

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

long used to this

to keep our relationship secret, he'd introduced me to all his friends

friend's sister who he'd promised to look

his innermost circle knew the truth

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Replica. I

girl." Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don't let me keep you my

toward a clinic door further

didn't hesitate. He

there," he said

seemed to return full force,

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

for my response - he was already carrying Oriana toward the

part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana,

he seemed completely oblivious to

a bitter laugh and headed

were confirmed - my temperature was 106°F. The doctor explained that my untreated burns, combined with emotional stress,

Castro's number out of habit before I caught myself. Habits really are

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

treatment, I felt even worse, nearly

hadn't returned not

Reluctantly, I called him.

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