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 climb into his bed. In Murray’s mind, Melissa was just a countryside girl. How could he have a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would not owe

mood and rushed to the company. As soon as she arrived, Teresa called Melissa

are you looking for me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which

Susie was going to do this time. Was she brewing some

days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace of jealousy flashed across

Melissa. “These are the documents of the

took the documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She turned

Melissa’s back,

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

bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she

then, Susie received a message. “How’d you go with the thing I

replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t

wait anymore. At Archer’s banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in

She thought, Just

series of jewelry for the next season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What Melissa had to do was follow up on the progress. It was a piece of

work, Melissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant

stuff?” Melissa

with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do you have a

other people’s stuff without consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame,

said mockingly, “Easy, girl, 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

as if she was looking at an idiot. These were her grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire was so blind to tell

off work and back home, heard the

but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even a beggar wouldn’t want those boxes if throwing them

“Murray, you heard it. She

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

a step back when she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did nothing wrong. This is what Aunt

anyway, Melissa was

the servants, but before he could

need.” Melissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like

little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s room than stay with

thought for a moment and

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