Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 132

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After she put it on, she felt like a plucked chicken ready to be cooked...

But Georgia was quite satisfied as she surveyed Ariana from head to toe.

Her fair complexion and the wine-red lace nightdress, made her look exceptionally striking. "I didn't expect this dress to be quite nice."

Ariana crossed her arms, what's good about this dress? She didn't feel it at all.

Georgia handed Ariana a small cup, "Here, drink this."

Looking at the cup filled with a somewhat eerie liquid, she asked, "Is this alcohol?"

Georgia smiled and said, "It's a good drink, hurry up and drink it."

Ariana drank it with uncertainty, it's just a small amount; it shouldn't matter much.

But she didn't expect a little amount of drink to make her cheeks hot and her stomach somewhat fiery.

"My goodness! This beverage packs a punch!"

Snap...

At that moment, Lambert walked into the room, holding a cup of water. He paused a little when he saw Ariana dressed in an overly sensual nightgown.

Seeing Lambert enter, Georgia looked at Ariana and said with deep meaning, "Well, it's getting late. I'm going to bed now. You should also head to sleep soon!"

"Mom..."

Ariana didn't expect Lambert to arrive so soon. She was awkward and wanted to stop Georgia, but Georgia left before she could finish her words.

She tried to step out but Lambert held her back.

"Where are you going?" His voice was casual but somewhat teasing.

Ariana stiffened, pulled her hand back, and spoke irritably, "Weren't you playing chess with my father? How did you manage to come upstairs so quickly?"

He casually replied, "It's really late. There's no point in continuing the game."

Gilbert realized Lambert had intentionally lost to him, forcing him to showcase his full abilities. Left with no choice, Lambert went along with it. Surprisingly, a good while passed without a clear winner.

Eventually, Gilbert couldn't help marveling at how a young man like Lambert could match him, a decades-long chess enthusiast. Admitting his inferiority, he conceded the game.

"Oh."

Ariana didn't even need to think about it. She was certain her father had lost.

She knew from watching the game. Lambert had held back, and her father must have noticed it too and thus insisted on a rematch.

Lambert handed her a glass of water, saying, "You should take your medicine now."

Ariana was taken aback; she hadn't expected that Lambert still remembered her discomfort.

Noticing the wine glass in Ariana's hand, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Following his gaze to the glass in her hand, Ariana was confused by his question, "I did, what's wrong with that?"

Lambert's lips curled slightly, "You would not want to know."

Ariana hadn't felt anything was amiss before, but she felt something was off after his comment.

It was winter now, and although the heating in the room was on high, she felt nothing just now, but now she began to feel hot.

Her complexion was pale as she gazed at the cup in her hand. Recalling the meaningful look in Georgia's eyes earlier made her vaguely realize something.

This "great thing", could it be...

"This wine..."

Lambert chuckles slightly, "Exactly as you are guessing."