Chapter 90

Donald tucked the knife away and nodded respectfully. "Yes, Mrs. Blackwood." Shirley followed closely behind Benjamin, her gaze fixed on his tall, straight back. Her eyes drifted to the ring on her finger. Benjamin was wearing the same ring. They were married, and this should mean they were the closest to each other. Yet their marriage felt like nothing more than a piece of paper. When they reached the master bedroom, Shirley trailed him inside, and the moment he opened the door, she boldly darted past him and slipped under the covers of his bed. Benjamin paused, his sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of the lump beneath the blanket. His icy voice carried a note of irritation. "Shirley." Beneath the covers, Shirley took a deep breath before pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal her wide, cautious eyes. "Get out," Benjamin ordered. Shirley bit her lip and shook her head. "No." Though she feared him, she refused to back down. She wasn't about to let him pull her close whe