Chapter 87

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.

After Arthur 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 a breath of When her eyes landed on her reflection in the mirror, she noticed her chook was swollen.

Her skin was easily bruised, but thankfully, it usually healed fast.

She wondered who had drugged her and what had happened after she paund out After a quick shower, Shirley stepped out of the bathroom. It was just past 2:00 am. She quietly checked on Damian, who was fast asleep.

Leaving his room, Shirley found herself heading to Benjamin’s door. She knew he was awake.

She knocked softly but got no answer, just as she was about to give up, the door opened, Benjamin stood there in a robe, freshly showered, his clean scent |

air. He didn’t say a word, just shot her a cold glance before burning back into the room.

Thank you, Benjamin,” Shirley began as she followed him inside. “I’m sorry I misjudged you, I really appreciate what you did for me tonight”

Benjamin didn’t respond. Instead, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a hair dryer, ignoring her completely.

Shirley pressed on, her tone light but sincere. “Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat.”

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

“Here, let me help,” she said, grabbing the hair dryer from his hand. Before he could protest, she gently pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and turned it on.

Her hands moved through his hair with ease, her touch gentle. She had dried Samuel’s hair countless times before.

Benjamin didn’t resist, but his frosty expression remained unchanged Shirley slowed her movements, deliberately lowering the dryer’s heat. As she combed her fingers through his dark hair, she asked softly, “How did you know something happened to me?”

Benjamin stayed silent, his lips pressed into a firm line.

Did Donald tell you?” she asked.

“Did they catch the person who did it? Who was it? What were they trying to do?

Shirley let all her questions spill out, but Benjamin didn’t answer a single one. Instead, he closed his eyes, his face etched with irritation