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

could he have a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would not owe each other and cancel the engagement peacefully. She could also

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

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

was going to do this time. Was she brewing some

up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa

documents to Melissa. “These are the

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

Melissa’s back,

Murray called

country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly?

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

quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I

stealing and drive her

gloomy. She thought, Just

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

stuff had been moved to

my stuff?” Melissa

in her high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do

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

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 house. If you don’t want

glared at Claire 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

off work

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

facepalmed Claire. “Murray, you heard it.

arm back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did you move

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

but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this,

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

need.” Melissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s room than stay

moment and suggested,

She didn’t mind staying anywhere. Either the guest room or the servant room is the same for her. More importantly,