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

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

mood and rushed to the company. As soon as she

Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had

had no idea what Susie was going to do this time. Was she brewing

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

“These are the documents of the project.

the documents, glancing at them.

Melissa’s back, Susie was

project. But this morning, Murray called

country bumpkin steal her project

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

“Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I will

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

gloomy. She

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

found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on the

moved my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

smiled, “I

stealing! Did your mother teach you how to

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 will be way better than your countryside

grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were

wrong?” Murray, just off work and back home, heard the

and pretended to be aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take

Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She moved my stuff without my

He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did you move Melissa’s

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

that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a

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

the nightmare-like

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

He thought for a moment and suggested, “You then stay in the

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