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

play tricks to climb into his bed. In Murray’s mind, Melissa was just a countryside girl. How could he have a thing to

rushed to the company.

you looking for me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made

going to do this time. Was she

few 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

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

them. “Okay.”

back,

project. But this morning, Murray called

country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was Murray’s

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

“Ms. Yale, don’t

anymore. At Archer’s banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa

gloomy. She thought, Just

day. The Gibson Corporation would launch several 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

stuff had been moved to the servant

stuff?” Melissa

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

to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her expression

and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room, I guess it will

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

Murray, just off work and back home,

Claire saw Murray, she quickly grabbed his arm and pretended to be aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even a beggar wouldn’t want those

internally facepalmed Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She

back from Claire before questioning

back when she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did nothing

He knew that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this, he

things back to my room…” Murray told the servants, but before he

with the nightmare-like memory of

in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit?

expression darkened. He thought for a moment and

servant room is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to