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Arielle's POV.

Riley folded her arms and pursed her lips, something she did when she was deep in thought. She had long changed from her nightgown and was ready to move out.

I was getting uncomfortable with her silence, but I couldn't blame her. I told her everything that had happened but she was acting cautious.

But as her silence continued, I couldn't bare it anymore.

"Riley."

Her brows raised and she shifted closer as if my voice had snapped her back to reality.

"Are you sure it's George?" She raised a question.

I shrugged my shoulder. "I mean, who else? Who else would drug me?"

Riley sighed and brought her arms to her waist. "Sure, George is after your life, we all know that. But to act boldly— and to drug the drink Cecilia gave you, it raises a lot of questions… and this is not just about him but also her."