Chapter 25
Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed
Chapter 25 Move to the Guest Room
Murrayâs eyes raked Melissaâs body.
Melissa blushed. âYou asshole.â
She jumped to kick his ball but he flinched right away. âDonât worry, Iâm not crazy about you. You are
not my type.â
What? Melissa was pissed off. She was never treated like this before.
âScrew you!â Melissa rolled her eyes at him.
She was like an angry rabbit. Murray nearly busted out of laugh before leaving a word. âIâm going to the
study room.â
Then he turned around and left. Whereas, Murrayâs mind was filled with the beautiful sexy body of
Melissa. Graceful and pretty, smart and confident, neither servile nor overbearing.
Unfortunately, she wasnât the one he was looking for. The scene when he was 13 appeared before his
eyes once moreâ¦
*Flashback*
âYour hand is injured. Let me bandage it.â 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.
âDoes it still hurt?â The girl looked up, with her beautiful eyes flashing.
âNo. Donât be afraid, Lily. We will be saved!â 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 Murrayâs 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.
âWhy are you looking for me?â 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, âMelissa, you have been in our secretary department for a few days. Now you follow up on
the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.â As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace of
jealousy flashed across her eyes.
Then she handed the documents to Melissa. âThese are the documents of the project. Read it for
reference.â
Melissa took the documents, glancing at them. âOkay.â She turned around and left.
Staring at Melissaâs 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 Murrayâs
fiancée?
Just then, Susie received a message. âHowâd you go with the thing I told you?â It was from Adela.
Susie thought for a second and quickly replied, âMs. Yale, donât worry. I will make her leave!â
âASAP!â Adela replied. She couldnât wait anymore. At Archerâs 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 wouldnât 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.
âWho moved my stuff?â Melissa was.speechless, rubbing her temples.
Claire walked to Melissa in her high heels with a smug smiled, âI asked the servants to move it. Do you
have a problem with that?â
âYou canât move other peopleâs stuff without consent! Thatâs stealing! Did your mother teach you how to
behave?â Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame, her expression was
angry.
Claire said mockingly, âEasy, 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 servantâs room, I
guess it will be way better than your countryside house. If you donât want to live here, then get lost!â
Lousy boxes? Melissa glared at Claire as if she was looking at an idiot. These were her grandfatherâs
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.
âWhatâs wrong?â Murray, just off work and back home, heard the argument.
âMurray.â When Claire saw Murray, she quickly grabbed his arm and pretended to be aggrieved. âI
kindly helped her carry things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her boxes
away. Even a beggar wouldnât want those boxes if throwing them on the road.â
Melissa internally facepalmed Claire. âMurray, you heard it. She moved my stuff without my consent.â
Murray knitted his brows. He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her, âClaire, did you
move Melissaâs suitcases?â.
Claire took a step back when she felt Murrayâs cold demeanor. âMurray, I did nothing wrong. This is
what Aunt ordered.â
Murray nodded. He knew that his mother didnât like Melissa, but anyway, Melissa was a guest. If Marc
knew this, he would be angry.
âMove Melissaâs things back to my roomâ¦â Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his
words, Melissa interrupted.
âNo need.â 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
servantâs room than stay with him?
Murrayâs expression darkened. He thought for a moment and suggested, âYou then stay in the guest
room.â
âThatâs okay.â Melissa shrugged. She didnât mind staying anywhere. Either the guest room or the
servant room is the same for her. More importantly, she didnât want to stay in Murrayâs 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, âHey, Melissa speaking.â
âMeli, itâs me. Are you free on Sunday night?â
Melissa didnât have work on Sunday. Without any special plans, she said with a smile, âIâm free. Whatâs
your plan?â
âI finished my new drama. Meli, I want to invite you to the bar tomorrow night to celebrate,â Harley said
with expectation.
âCongrats!â Melissa was happy for him. â7 p.m. on Sunday. Charm Bar. See you then.â
âWho are you calling?â 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, âWho 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?â
Murray saw Melissaâs 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.
âFirst, this is my house. I can go anywhere without anyoneâs permission. Second, I am here to inform
you I will take you to see my grandfather this weekend.â Murray said coldly.
âAlright. Okay,â Melissa agreed. Marc and Enoch were close friends. She, Enochâs granddaughter,
should visit Marc for Enoch.
Murray didnât expect Melissa to agree readily. He was internally surprised. Whereas, he still held the
look of gloom, âDonât go to a bar with riffraff and disgrace the Gibson family.â 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
Murrayâs hard chest, suddenly pushing him back against the door frame. She stood on her tiptoes,
whispering to his Murray. âWho do you think I am?â
âAm I your fiancée, Mr. Gibson?âShe was literally baiting him.
He gulped. Next, he gripped her wrist, moving her hand away from her chest, âMelissa, how dare
youâ¦â
She interrupted him, plastering a fake smile, âMurray. Donât mistake me. I will never love you.â
âWill you?â Her voice was so luring.