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

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

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

me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which was meant

idea what Susie was going to do this time. Was

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

the documents to Melissa. “These are the

at them. “Okay.” She turned around

at Melissa’s back, Susie was more

following up on that project. But this morning, Murray called her over and asked her

could this country bumpkin steal her

“How’d you go with

second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry.

Adela replied. She couldn’t wait anymore. At Archer’s banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive

She thought,

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 cake

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

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

walked to Melissa in her high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked

move 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

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 house. If you

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

just off work and back home, heard

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

you heard it. She moved my

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

felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray,

like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If

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

nightmare-like memory

pissed of a little

moment and suggested, “You then stay in the

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