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

landed on her reflection in the mirror, she

skin was easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually healed

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

quick shower, Shirley stepped out of the bathroom. It was just

room, Shirley found herself heading to Benjamin’s door. She knew

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

freshly

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

him inside. “I’m sorry I

Instead, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a hair dryer,

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

still silent, acting as if she

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

hair with ease, her touch gentle. She