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

he have a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later,

and rushed to the company.

me?” Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made

going to do this

cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told

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

the documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She

back, Susie

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

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

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

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

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

She thought, Just

jewelry for the next season. Almost all designers had finished the

Melissa found that all her stuff had been

Melissa was.speechless, rubbing

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

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

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

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 home, heard the

but she accused me of stealing. I have

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

from Claire before questioning her, “Claire,

felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did nothing

but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc knew this, he would

back to my room…” Murray told the servants,

Melissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of

disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in a servant’s

He thought for a moment and suggested, “You then stay in the

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 something like last