Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed
Chapter 25

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 arenot 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 thestudy room.”

Then he turned around and left. Whereas, Murray’s mind was filled with the beautiful sexy body ofMelissa. 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 hiseyes 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 beautifulbow 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 atit 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 entirenight 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 acountryside girl. How could he have a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they wouldnot owe each other and cancel the engagement peacefully. She could also have reasonableexplanations 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 onthe cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace ofjealousy flashed across her eyes.

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

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 topass the project to Melissa.

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

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 planto accuse Melissa of stealing and drive her away. However, Melissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adelain 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 severalseries 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 onthe 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 youhave a problem with that?”

“You can’t move other people’s stuff without consent! That’s stealing! Did your mother teach you how tobehave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her expression wasangry.

Claire said mockingly, “Easy, girl, what you have are two lousy boxes. No wonder. You are a countrybumpkin. We kindly took you in and gave you food and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room, Iguess 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’scustomized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and materialwere all world-class. However, Claire said they were lousy? Melissa thought that Claire was so blind totell 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. “Ikindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxesaway. 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 youmove Melissa’s suitcases?”.

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

Murray nodded. He knew that his mother didn’t like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marcknew this, he would be angry.

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

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

Murray caught the disgust in her eyes. He suddenly pissed of a little bit? She would rather stay in aservant’s room than stay with him?

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

”That’s okay.” Melissa shrugged. She didn’t mind staying anywhere. Either the guest room or theservant 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 saton 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’syour plan?”

“I finished my new drama. Meli, I want to invite you to the bar tomorrow night to celebrate,” Harley saidwith 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 tomy 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 nowwas a man. When talking to him, she was radiant with happiness. But now she was aggressive to himlike a hedgehog.

“First, this is my house. I can go anywhere without anyone’s permission. Second, I am here to informyou 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 thelook of gloom, “Don’t go to a bar with riffraff and disgrace the Gibson family.” He reminded Melissa ofpaying 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 touchedMurray’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 dareyou…”

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

“Will you?” Her voice was so luring.