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 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 her

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

me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which was meant

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

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

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

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

at Melissa’s back, Susie was more

been following up on that project. But this morning, Murray called

steal her project effortlessly? Just

message. “How’d you go with the thing I told you?” It was from

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

of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in front of everyone. She wouldn’t

She

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

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

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless,

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

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

took you in and gave you food and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room, I guess it will be

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 material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought

just off work and back home,

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

you heard it. She moved my stuff

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

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

didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a

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

nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

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

He thought for a moment and

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