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

girl. How could he have a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would not owe

mood and rushed to the company. As soon as

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

do this

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

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

took the documents, glancing at them.

at Melissa’s back, Susie was

on that project. But this morning, Murray called her

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

received a message. “How’d you go with the thing I

replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I will

wait anymore. At Archer’s banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily

She

the next season. Almost all designers had finished

found that all her stuff had been

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

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

you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the

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

was looking at an idiot. These were her grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were

off work and back home, heard

and pretended to be aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take

internally facepalmed Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She moved my stuff without my

pulled his arm back from Claire

cold demeanor. “Murray, I did

like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc

my room…” Murray told the

frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last

the disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little

and suggested, “You then stay in

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