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.

gnawed ather as she removed her shirt to check herself again. Einding no new marks or injuries, she finally let out a

in the

but thankfully, it usually healed fast.

what had

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

room, Shirley found herself heading to Benjamin’s

as she was about to give up, the door

there in a robe, freshly showered, his clean

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

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

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

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

hair dryer, still silent, acting

his hand. Before he could protest, she

his hair with ease, her touch