Mrs. Gibson Your identity is Exposed

Chapter 25

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. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

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

Indeed, so many beauties would play tricks to climb into 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 would

not owe each other and cancel the engagement peacefully. She could also have reasonable

explanations to her grandfather.

Thinking of this, Melissa was in a good mood and rushed to the company. As soon as she arrived,

Teresa called Melissa over.

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

which was meant to upset Melissa.

Melissa had no idea what Susie was going to do this time. Was she brewing some big tricks again?

Susie said, “Melissa, you have been 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 faint trace of

jealousy flashed across her eyes.

Then she handed the documents to Melissa. “These are the documents of the project. Read it for

reference.”

Melissa took the documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She turned around and left.

Staring at Melissa’s back, Susie was more jealous.

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

pass the project to Melissa.

Why? Why could this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was Murray’s

fiancée?

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

Susie thought for a second and quickly replied, “Ms. Yale, don’t worry. I will make her leave!”

“ASAP!” Adela 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 go easily!

Adela became gloomy. She thought, Just wait!

Melissa had read the documents for the whole day. The Gibson Corporation would launch several

series of jewelry for the next season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry.

What Melissa had to do was follow up on the progress. It was a piece of cake for her.

When she got home from work, Melissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on

the first floor.

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

Claire walked to Melissa in her high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move it. Do you

have a problem with that?”

“You 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 against the door frame, her expression was

angry.

Claire said mockingly, “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 will be way better than your countryside house. If you don’t want to live here, then get lost!”

Lousy boxes? Melissa glared at Claire 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 world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire was so blind to

tell the good from bad.

“What’s wrong?” Murray, just off work and back home, heard the argument.

“Murray.” When Claire saw Murray, she quickly grabbed his arm and pretended 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 the road.”

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

Murray knitted his brows. He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did you

move Melissa’s suitcases?”.

Claire took a step back when she felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did nothing wrong. This is

what Aunt ordered.”

Murray nodded. He knew that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc

knew this, he would be angry.

“Move Melissa’s things back to my room…” Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his

words, Melissa interrupted.

“No need.” Melissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like memory of last night popping into her

brain.

Murray caught the disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in a

servant’s room than stay with him?

Murray’s expression darkened. He thought for a moment and suggested, “You then stay in the guest

room.”

”That’s okay.” Melissa shrugged. She didn’t mind 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 night happened again.

The decoration of the guest room was unique and it quite suited Melissa. After packing up, Melissa sat

on a chair and was about to rest when her phone suddenly rang.

It was Harley.

Melissa answered the call, “Hey, Melissa speaking.”

“Meli, it’s me. Are you free on Sunday night?”

Melissa didn’t have work on Sunday. Without any special plans, she said with a smile, “I’m free. What’s

your plan?”

“I finished my new drama. Meli, I want to invite you to the bar tomorrow night to celebrate,” Harley said

with expectation.

“Congrats!” Melissa was happy for him. “7 p.m. on Sunday. Charm Bar. See you then.”

“Who are you calling?” After Melissa hung up, a cold voice came from behind.

The sudden voice startled Melissa. She turned around and saw Murray.

Frowning, Melissa stood up, “Who I am calling has nothing to do with you, right? Why did you come to

my room without my permission? Do you know how to knock?”

Murray saw Melissa’s gloomy face, and his eyes turned pitch black. The person on the phone just now

was a man. When talking to him, she was radiant with happiness. But now she was aggressive to him

like a hedgehog.

“First, this is my house. I can go anywhere without anyone’s permission. Second, I am here to inform

you I will take you to see my grandfather this weekend.” Murray said coldly.

“Alright. Okay,” Melissa agreed. Marc and Enoch were close friends. She, Enoch’s granddaughter,

should visit Marc for Enoch.

Murray didn’t expect Melissa to agree readily. He was internally surprised. Whereas, he still held the

look of gloom, “Don’t go to a bar with riffraff and disgrace the Gibson family.” He reminded Melissa of

paying attention to the call she had just answered.

Disgrace the Gibson family? Melissa wondered, who were you to say that to me?

Taking three steps forward, she stopped an inch in front of Murray. Leaning toward him, she touched

Murray’s hard chest, suddenly pushing him back against the door frame. She stood on her tiptoes,

whispering to his Murray. “Who do you think I am?”

“Am I your fiancée, Mr. Gibson?”She was literally baiting him.

He gulped. Next, he gripped her wrist, moving her hand away from her chest, “Melissa, how dare

you…”

She interrupted him, plastering a fake smile, “Murray. Don’t mistake me. I will never love you.”

“Will you?” Her voice was so luring.