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.

to check herself again. Einding no

in the mirror, she noticed her chook was

easily bruised, but thankfully, it

and what had happened

Shirley stepped out of the bathroom. It was just past 2:00 am. She

Shirley found herself heading to

but got no answer, just as she

freshly showered, his clean scent

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

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

a cabinet and pulled out a hair dryer,

pressed on, her tone light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I could make you something to

dryer, still silent, acting

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

moved through his hair with ease, her touch gentle. She had dried Samuel’s hair countless