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

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

this, Melissa was in a good mood and rushed to the company.

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

what Susie was going to do

said, “Melissa, you have been in our secretary department for a few days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project

“These are

glancing at them.

at Melissa’s back,

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

Why could this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just

“How’d you go with the

“Ms. Yale, don’t worry.

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

became gloomy. She

had finished the final design

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

stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

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

to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her

are two lousy 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,

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

Murray, just off work and back

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 those boxes

heard it. She moved my

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

step back when she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did

like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this, he would be

Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his words,

frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather

and

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 night