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

the mirror, she noticed her chook was

bruised, but thankfully, it usually healed fast.

wondered who had drugged her and what had happened after

Shirley stepped out of the bathroom. It was just past

found herself heading to Benjamin’s door.

but got no answer, just as she was

a robe, freshly

say a word, just shot her a cold glance before

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

respond. Instead, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a

on, her tone light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I could

the hair dryer, still silent, acting as if she wasn’t even

from his hand. Before he could protest, she gently pushed him to sit on

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