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

a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would not owe each

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

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

no idea what Susie was going to do this

up on the cooperation project with France Lady

Melissa. “These are

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

at Melissa’s back, Susie was

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

bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was

“How’d you go with the thing I

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

Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in

gloomy. She thought,

season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip

Melissa found that all her stuff had been

my stuff?” Melissa

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

to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and

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

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

wrong?” Murray, just off work

things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even a beggar wouldn’t want those

it. She moved my stuff without

arm back from Claire before questioning

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

mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest.

my room…” Murray told the servants, but before

refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of

little bit? She would rather stay in

moment and suggested, “You then stay

anywhere. Either the guest room or the servant room is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room