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

a thing to her?

rushed to the company. As soon as she arrived, Teresa called Melissa

Susie had made lots

to do this time. Was she brewing some

the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace of jealousy flashed across her

handed the documents to Melissa. “These are the

documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She

at Melissa’s back, Susie was

up on that project. But this morning, Murray called her over and asked her to pass the project to

Why could this country bumpkin steal her

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

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

replied. She couldn’t wait anymore. At Archer’s 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 go

gloomy. She thought,

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 a piece of cake

from work, Melissa found that all her stuff had

my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to

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

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

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 that Claire was so blind to tell the good from

just off work

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

“Murray, you heard it. She moved my

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

a step back when she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did

his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc

Murray told the servants, but before he could

with the nightmare-like memory of last night

suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would

and suggested, “You

is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room anymore. It would