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.

because of his hang over, Murray didn’t push Melissa away.

Murray did not suffer from insomnia as

room, a little girl hugged him, comforting him in a tender voice, “Don’t

he had found the girl. The

Claire showed up at Murray’s room

night. But when she woke up this morning, she did not hear from the servants that Melissa had been kicked

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

figure out the truth, Claire knocked on the door, “Murray, breakfast is ready. Don’t you have an early meeting today?

the room, were woken up at the

and muscular frame.

She got up from the bed and asked

pitch

in front of her was

was still wondering why Murray was in her bed when Murray boomed out, “You sneaked into my room. Climbed on my bed? The first day being here, can’t

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

the men’s accessories in the room,

who deliberately played a trick

and said coldly, “First, I didn’t mean to sleep in your bed. Claire told me yesterday