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

many beauties would 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

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

Susie had made

no idea what Susie was going to do this time. Was she

have been 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 of jealousy

the documents to Melissa. “These are the documents of the project. Read it for

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

at Melissa’s back, Susie

on that project. But this morning, Murray called

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

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

thought for a second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale,

had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and

gloomy. She

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

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

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do you have

to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms

and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room,

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

just off work

accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even a beggar wouldn’t want those boxes if throwing them

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

from Claire before questioning

demeanor. “Murray, I did

but anyway, Melissa was

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

need.” Melissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping into

suddenly pissed of a little bit?

moment and suggested, “You then

didn’t mind 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. It would be embarrassing if