A deal with the devil

Chapter 87

“Me? Drunk”

Shirley pointed at herself innocently, trying to piece together what had happened. After a moment, she recalled the events at the bar–someone had spiked her drink.

Her expression dackened, and she immediately checked her body for any signs of harm Feeling no discomfort, she let out a small sigh of ret

So, Benjamin saved her.

Arthur spoke seriously, “Mes Blackwood, you represent the Blackwood i sly. You mustn’t act so recklessly in the future.”

Arthur didn’t know what had really happened. He had smelled the strong scent of alcohol on Shirley and seen Benjamin carry het into the house, so he thought she got drunk

“Tunderstand. Thank you for your advice, Arthur, and I apologize for the trouble,” Shirley nodded sincerely and apologized.

Her respectful attitude eased some of Arthur’s displeasure. Without saying more, he reminded her to rest and left.

as she removed her shirt to check herself again. Einding no new marks or injuries, she finally let

the

easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually healed fast.

drugged her and what had happened after she paund out

was just past 2:00

herself heading to Benjamin’s door. She knew he

softly but got no answer, just as she was about to give up,

in a robe, freshly showered, his clean scent |

didn’t say a word, just shot her a cold glance before burning back into

“I’m sorry I misjudged you, I really appreciate what

respond. Instead, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a hair dryer, ignoring her

you hungry? I could make you

silent,

could protest, she gently pushed him to sit on the

touch gentle. She had dried Samuel’s hair countless