Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 2 Melissa Sleeps in Murray’s Bed

Melissa didn’t realize the room belonged to someone else. Despite finding the bathroom filled with men’s accessories, she merely thought it was a trick the Gibson family did.

Melissa thought – What a weird place. Considering the bet between me and grandpa, I would have to stay in the Gibson’s house for three months without falling in love with Murray, then their engagement will be void.

After taking a shower, Melissa ate the dinner brought by the servant.

Suffering for a day, she fell asleep groggily.

It was not until the midnight that Murray returned home from work.

Murray knew that Melissa would come to visit his family today. He was initially required by his grandfather to pick up Melissa, but he had rejected it, claiming too much work unfinished. Murray was reluctant to get romantic relationship involved with his so-called fiancée. In his mind, the engagement would be canceled sooner or later.

Wandering back to his bedroom, Murray took a shower and went to bed.

Probably because he was drunk tonight, he didn’t notice there was a woman in the room until he lay down.

In the darkness, Murray could not see Melissa’s face clearly. Melissa suddenly nestled into Murray’s chest, and murmured, “Winnie, be good. Go to sleep.”

Murray was nonplussed by Melissa’s behavior and froze.

memory. Probably because of his hang over, Murray didn’t push Melissa away. He fell

suffer from insomnia as usual. On the contrary, he

ten years ago is repeated in his dream. In the small black room, a little girl hugged him, comforting him in a tender voice, “Don’t be afraid. I am very strong. I will

he had found the girl. The dream

showed up at Murray’s

But when she woke up this morning, she did not hear from the servants that Melissa had been kicked out of Murray’s

How could that be? Didn’t Murray come back last night? But his car is in the garage! Is he sleeping

Claire knocked on the door, “Murray, breakfast is ready.

and Melissa, who were sleeping soundly in the room,

felt snuggled into a lean and muscular frame. A man’s arms wrapped tightly around

was shocked and got sober immediately. She got up from the bed and asked in

pitch

realized that the man in front of her was probably

“You sneaked into my room. Climbed on my bed? The first

head. What? What did

thinking of the men’s accessories in the room,

was Claire who deliberately played a trick on

to sleep in your bed. Claire told me yesterday that this