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

and rushed to the company. As soon as she

Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which

what Susie was going to do this

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

“These are the documents of the project. Read it

glancing at them. “Okay.” She turned around and

Melissa’s back,

this morning, Murray called her over and asked her

country bumpkin steal her

then, Susie received a message. “How’d you go with the thing I

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

and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in front of

gloomy. She thought, Just

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

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

Melissa

a smug smiled, “I asked the

without consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against

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

suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire was so

just off work and

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

“Murray, you heard it. She moved my stuff

pulled his arm back from Claire before

Murray’s cold demeanor.

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

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

nightmare-like memory of

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

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

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