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.

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

her eyes landed on her reflection in the mirror,

was easily bruised, but

who had drugged her and what

out of the bathroom. It was just past 2:00

Shirley found herself heading to Benjamin’s door. She knew he

she was about to give up, the door

a robe, freshly

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

as she followed him inside. “I’m sorry I misjudged you, I

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

light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I could make you something to

plugged in the hair dryer, still silent, acting as if she

she said, grabbing the hair dryer from his hand. Before he could protest, she gently pushed him to

his hair with ease, her touch gentle. She