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 was the best. Three months later, they would not owe each other and cancel the engagement peacefully. She could also have reasonable explanations to

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

Susie had made lots of trouble, which was meant to upset

what Susie was going to do this

you follow up on the cooperation project with

the documents to Melissa. “These are the documents of

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

at Melissa’s back, Susie was more

that project. But this morning, Murray called

this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was Murray’s

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

“Ms. Yale, don’t

of stealing and drive her

became gloomy. She thought, Just

jewelry for the next season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for

got home from work, Melissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on the first

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

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

other people’s stuff without consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa

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 servant’s room, I

was looking at an idiot. These were her grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship,

wrong?” Murray, just off work and

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

Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She

his arm back from Claire before questioning

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

nodded. He knew that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this, he would

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

refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of

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

darkened. He thought for a moment and

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