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

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 each other and cancel the engagement peacefully. She could also have reasonable explanations to

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

Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which was meant

going to do this time. Was she

you have been in our secretary department for a 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

the documents to Melissa. “These are the documents of the

glancing at them. “Okay.” She turned

Melissa’s back,

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

this country bumpkin steal her

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

replied, “Ms.

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

became gloomy. She thought,

all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What Melissa

from work, Melissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on the first

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless,

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

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,

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 to live here,

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

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

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

Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She moved my stuff

arm back from Claire before

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

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

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

refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping

the disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay

moment and suggested, “You then

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 be embarrassing if something like last

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