Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 25 Move to the Guest Room

Murray’s eyes raked Melissa’s body.

Melissa blushed. “You asshole.”

She jumped to kick his ball but he flinched right away. “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy about you. You are not my type.”

What? Melissa was pissed off. She was never treated like this before.

“Screw you!” Melissa rolled her eyes at him.

She was like an angry rabbit. Murray nearly busted out of laugh before leaving a word. “I’m going to the study room.”

Then he turned around and left. Whereas, Murray’s mind was filled with the beautiful sexy body of Melissa. Graceful and pretty, smart and confident, neither servile nor overbearing.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the one he was looking for. The scene when he was 13 appeared before his eyes once more…

*Flashback*

“Your hand is injured. Let me bandage it.” The girl who said this was a few years younger than Murray. She wore a ponytail and had a handkerchief in her hand. She bandaged Murray and tied a beautiful bow on it.

“Does it still hurt?” The girl looked up, with her beautiful eyes flashing.

“No. Don’t be afraid, Lily. We will be saved!” Murray held her in his arms, smiling with determination.

**

His thoughts drifted away. Murray opened the drawer and took out a faded handkerchief. He looked at it for a long time.

His Lily, how was she now?

The next morning, when Melissa woke up, there was no one in the room. Did Murray spend the entire night in the study room?

Melissa rubbed her temples. She seemed to misunderstand him seen

to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would

mood and rushed to the

looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots

idea what Susie was going to do this time. Was she brewing

for a few days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion,

Melissa. “These are the documents of the project. Read it for

them. “Okay.” She turned around

back, Susie

morning, Murray called her over and asked her to pass the project to

could this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly?

a message. “How’d you go with the thing I told you?”

thought for a second and quickly replied, “Ms.

that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and

gloomy. She

the next season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What

she got home from work, Melissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless,

walked to Melissa in her high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do you have a problem with

consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her

what you have are two lousy boxes. No wonder. You are a country bumpkin. We kindly took you in and gave you food and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room, I guess it

master. The design, workmanship, and material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire

Murray, just off work and back home,

aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing.

heard it. She moved my stuff

knitted his brows. He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her,

she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I

didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this,

to my room…” Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his words,

the nightmare-like memory of last

He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in

thought for a moment and suggested, “You then stay

Melissa shrugged. She didn’t mind staying anywhere. Either the guest room or the servant room is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room anymore. It would