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

to climb into his bed. In Murray’s mind, Melissa was just a countryside girl. How could he have a thing to her?

a good mood and rushed to the

you looking for me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of

do this time. Was she brewing some

you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told

she handed the documents to Melissa. “These are the

them. “Okay.” She

at Melissa’s back,

had been following up on that project. But this morning, Murray called her over and

Why could this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she

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

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

accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her

gloomy. She

all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What Melissa had to do

that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on the first

moved my stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her

heels with a smug smiled, “I

to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame,

“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

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

just off work and back

carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even

Claire. “Murray, you heard it.

from Claire before questioning

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

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

things back to my room…” Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his words, Melissa

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

a little bit? She would rather stay

and suggested, “You then stay in the

room is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room anymore. It would be embarrassing if something like last