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.

Unease gnawed ather as she removed her shirt to check herself again. Einding no new marks or injuries, she

eyes landed on her reflection in the

skin was easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually healed fast.

wondered who had drugged her and what had happened after she paund out

stepped out of the bathroom. It was just past 2:00 am. She quietly checked on

to

as she was about to

in a robe, freshly showered,

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

she followed him inside. “I’m sorry I misjudged you, I really appreciate what you did for me tonight”

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

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

silent, acting

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

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