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.

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

night, Murray did not suffer from insomnia as usual.

repeated in his dream. In the small black room, a little girl hugged him, comforting him

had found the girl. The dream was so

next day, Claire showed up at Murray’s

she

be? Didn’t Murray come back last

the door, “Murray, breakfast is ready. Don’t you have an early meeting today?

in the room, were

a lean and muscular frame. A man’s arms wrapped tightly around her

and got sober immediately. She got up from the bed

pitch black,”are

front of her was probably Murray, her

“You sneaked into my room. Climbed on my bed? The first day being here, can’t wait to sell your flesh

at Murray blankly. Thousands of questions popped into her head. What? What did he mean? His room? His

the men’s accessories in the room, Melissa realized that it was Murray’s

Claire who deliberately played

“First, I didn’t mean to sleep in your bed. Claire told me yesterday that this was my room. Mr. Gibson, I’m not