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

just a countryside girl. How could he have a thing to

good mood and rushed to

me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had

going to do

up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As

handed the documents to Melissa. “These are

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

back, Susie was

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

steal her project effortlessly? Just

“How’d you go with the thing I told

and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t

banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and

gloomy. She thought, Just

the whole day. The Gibson Corporation would launch several series of jewelry for the next season. Almost all 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 cake for

from work, Melissa found that all her stuff

moved my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move

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

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, I

Melissa glared at 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

wrong?” Murray, just off work

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 those boxes if throwing them on the

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

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

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

but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc

room…” Murray told the servants, but before he

nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

caught the disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit?

darkened. He thought for a moment and suggested, “You then

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