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.

bathroom. Unease gnawed ather as she removed her shirt to check herself again. Einding no

the mirror, she

was easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually

her and what had happened after she

was just past 2:00 am. She quietly checked

heading to Benjamin’s

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

robe, freshly showered, his clean

shot her a cold glance before burning back into the room.

sorry I misjudged you, I really appreciate what you did for

didn’t respond. Instead, he opened a cabinet and

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

still silent, acting as if she

he could protest, she gently pushed him to sit

hair with ease, her touch gentle. She had dried Samuel’s