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.

went into the bathroom. 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 mirror, she

but thankfully, it usually

her and what had happened after

was just past 2:00 am. She quietly

to Benjamin’s door.

got no answer, just as she was about to give up, the door

in a robe, freshly showered, his

just shot her a cold glance before burning back into the

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

and pulled out

sincere. “Are you

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

Before he could protest, she gently pushed him to

moved through his hair with ease, her touch gentle. She had dried