Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 48 Feed Me

Melissa blushed.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!FFFFFF……

She immediately moved her hand away.

“Murray, where exactly did you put your key? I don’t have it here!” Melissa shouted at him, trying to ignore the embarrassment.

Murray also blushed. Coughing, he reached out his uninjured left hand to hold Melissa’s small hand in his trouser pocket and placed her hand into the other trouser pocket.

He said with his deep gaze, “It is here.”

“You…” Melissa rolled her eyes at Murray. She cursed in her heart. The key was in the right pocket and she kept finding it in the left. He could have told her five minutes ago before she grabbed his…fuck!

Melissa kept cursing Murray while opening the door. She used all her strength, dragging Murray to the sofa, “Take a rest, my lord.” She rolled eyes at him.

Murray just smiled. He was in a good mood.

Melissa was speechless. Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly slipped.

“What…” Melissa screamed in alarm and fell into Murray’s arms.

“You can’t wait to throw yourself into my arms?” Murray teased her. This must be the best day of his life.

Melissa flushed and glared at Murray fiercely. She retorted, “How can you say like that? It’s you! You’re too heavy! I’m tired of moving you back!”

back against the sofa,

was choked by him

Melissa changed the topic and

of her stomach

you hungry?”

was a little embarrassed. She was busy all day and only ate

took out his phone with his left hand.

can cook?” Murray was

rarely do

the princess would marry the prince to repay for saving her life.” Murray spoke solemnly as his eyes fell on

Bullshit! Melissa thought.

fiercely and turned to the

few foods inside. It was late so Melissa planned to make noodles and two simple dishes. She took out the food, cleaned it, and began

and looked towards the kitchen. From his angle, he

was busy in the kitchen, like a virtuous wife who was preparing

was

strange but full of happiness. He couldn’t help but

don’t miss such a good girl.” Marc was right. Perhaps, he should try to get along well with Melissa and

about to cook the food when she suddenly heard Murray’s magnetic

pockets. His handsome features were tender and his sexy lips held

felt a little uncomfortable meeting his eyes. She moved her eyes away and looked down at his legs. She frowned and asked, “Are

me to the dining room,” Murray

by yourself. I’m busy.” Melissa unhappily pushed him out