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

Melissa was in a good mood and rushed to the company. As soon as she

looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of

Susie was going to do this time. Was she brewing some big tricks

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

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

took the documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She

Melissa’s back, Susie was more

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

country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was

you go with the

and quickly replied, “Ms.

had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive

became gloomy. She thought, Just

season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip

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

my stuff?” Melissa

smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do

That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her expression was

said mockingly, “Easy, girl, what you have 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

by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and

wrong?” Murray, just off work and back

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 if

internally facepalmed Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She moved my stuff without my

his arm back from Claire before questioning her,

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

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

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

the nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s

thought for a moment and suggested, “You then stay in the

same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room anymore. It would be embarrassing if something