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.

Shirley went into the bathroom. Unease gnawed ather as she removed her shirt to check herself again. Einding no new marks or injuries, she finally let out

her reflection in the mirror, she

was easily bruised, but

what had happened after she

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

to Benjamin’s door. She knew he was

answer, just as she was about to give

stood there in a robe, freshly showered, his clean scent |

say a word, just shot her a cold glance before

sorry I misjudged

he opened a cabinet and pulled out

light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I

in the hair dryer, still silent, acting as

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

touch gentle.