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

was just a countryside girl. How could he have a thing to her? This was

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

Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had

Susie was going to do this time. Was she

in our secretary department for a few days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace

to Melissa. “These are

at them. “Okay.”

Melissa’s back, Susie

project. But this morning, Murray called her over

bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she

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

for a second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I will

Melissa of stealing and drive

She thought,

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

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

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

smug smiled, “I

your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms

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 guess it will be way better than your

leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire was so blind to tell

off work and back home, heard

his arm and pretended to be aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have

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

his brows. He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did you move

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

He knew that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest.

Melissa’s things back to my room…” Murray told the servants, but before

refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping

disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s room than

darkened. He thought for a moment and suggested,

her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay