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 finally let out a breath of

her eyes landed on her reflection in the mirror, she noticed her chook was swollen.

skin was easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually

who had drugged her and what had happened after

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

herself heading to Benjamin’s

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

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

shot her a cold glance before burning

Shirley began as she followed him inside. “I’m sorry I

and pulled out a hair dryer,

tone light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I could make you something to

in the hair dryer, still silent, acting as

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

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