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

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

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

at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of

to do this time. Was

the cooperation project with France Lady

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

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

Melissa’s back, Susie

that project. But this morning, Murray called her over and asked her to

this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she

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

second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t

banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in front of everyone. She wouldn’t let Melissa

gloomy. She thought, Just

documents for 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

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

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

“I asked the servants to move it. Do

consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her

“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 guess it will be way better than your countryside house. If you don’t want to live here, then

were her grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design,

just off work and back

me of stealing. I have no

“Murray, you heard it. She moved my

back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did you move Melissa’s

cold demeanor. “Murray,

mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this, he would be

told the servants, but before he could finish his words,

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

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 suggested,

staying 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 anymore.