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

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

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

Susie

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

cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.”

Melissa. “These are the documents of

them.

at Melissa’s back, Susie was more

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

this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just

with the

a second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I will make her

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

gloomy. She thought,

Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What Melissa had to do was follow up on the

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

stuff?” Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

smug smiled, “I asked the

can’t move other people’s stuff without consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned

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

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 world-class. However,

Murray, just off work and back

to be aggrieved. “I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes away. Even a beggar wouldn’t want those boxes if throwing them on

internally facepalmed Claire. “Murray, you heard it. She

pulled his arm back from Claire

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

anyway, Melissa was a

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

the nightmare-like memory of

of a little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s

He thought for a moment and

staying anywhere. Either the guest room or the servant room is the same for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay