Mrs. Gibson Your Identity Is Exposed By Fair Day Chapter 53
Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed
Chapter 53 I Have the Final Say
Before Melissa could say anything, Murray hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy signals from the other side of the line, Melissa shook her head helplessly. â
She wondered why Murray wanted to see her again.
There seemed to be something wrong with him recently, and she had been receiving frequent calls
from him.
As soon as the elevator got to the 18th floor, Melissa went straight to Murrayâs office.
The office door was already ajar. Melissa knocked.
âCome in,â the frigid voice of Murray came.
Melissa walked in and saw Murray sitting in his office chair.
His suit jacket was taken off and placed on the sofa. He wore a simple white shirt. His top two shirt
buttons were left undone, revealing his perfect pectorals. Combined with his handsome facial features,
he was absolutely the most charming man in the world.
At this moment, Murray was staring at the computer screen, with only one of his hands tapping the
keyboard.
Melissa lost in thought for a moment. She heard that Murray was a workaholic, and it seemed to be
true.
Although his right hand was injured, he had still come to work instead of taking a rest.
Out of the corner of his eye, Murray saw Melissa staring at him in a daze. âDo I look good?â Murray
asked, with the corners of his lips curling up slightly.
Melissa came back to her senses and realized that she had been staring at Murray just now.
Embarrassed, she faked a coughing fit and asked, âWhy did you ask me to come?â
âYou just had a meeting with the people from France this afternoon, right?â Murray stopped what he
was doing and leaned back, crossing his legs casually. There was a sense of elegance and nobility to
what he did.
âYes.â Melissa nodded, but underneath she was somewhat puzzled by Murrayâs concern for this
project.
Was he planning to increase the investment in jewelry and expand the market?
âI need a detailed description of the progress.â Murray narrowed his eyes.
Melissa kept her temper and continued, âThe main purpose of todayâs meeting was to provide an
opportunity for both parties to discuss the next steps. I am working on the minutes right now. I will
report to you after I finish. If there is nothing else, Iâd better go and continue my work.â
Seeing Melissaâs eagerness to leave, Murray stopped her, âWait a minute.â His expression was glacial.
âIs there anything else?â
âHave you forgotten?â Murray raised his right hand, âThe doctor said that ointment should be renewed
twice a day.â
Melissa was stunned, âThen do it.â
âI canât,â Murray said expressionlessly.
âCanât?â Melissa silently cursed.
âWhat was wrong with this man? Canât he even apply ointment himself?â
Just as she was about to say âThen learn to do it yourself,â Murray pursed his lips and said, âThis is
how you treat your savior, ugh!â
âAlright, Iâll help you with it. Is that okay?â Seeing Murray bring up the word âsaviorâ again, Melissa
scowled, âWhere is the ointment then?â
âThere,â Murray pointed to a drawer.
Melissa opened the drawer and took out ointment, alcohol, and gauze. She squatted down and started
to apply ointment to Murrayâs wound.
She opened the lid, picked up some ointment with her fingers, and evenly applied it to the back of
Murrayâs hand.
Her slender fingers gently stroked the back of his hand. The coolness of the ointment brought Murray
an unprecedented sense of comfort.
âHave you studied medicine before?â Murray asked.
Melissaâs movement stopped for an imperceptible moment.
âYou seem skilled in it,â Murray spoke in his low voice, looking down at the woman in front of him
with a deeper gaze.
âI just know a little about it,â Melissa smiled.
Seeing her in front of him and applying ointment on his wound gently, a sense of peace and quietness
crept into Murrayâs heart.
âMelissa.â Murray suddenly spoke in a low and hoarse voice.
âWhat?â Melissa raised her eyes to look at him, only to see that his deep eyes were flickering with a
blaze.
âIs it trueâ¦â Murray was about to say âIs it true that you care nothing about me?â However, Melissaâs
smartphone rang and interrupted him.
âExcuse meâ¦â Melissa looked at the screen. The call was from Harley.
Seeing Harleyâs name flashing on the screen, Murrayâs face clouded over immediately.
Was Melissa really dating Harley?
Unable to hold the phone with her stained hand, Melissa put the phone on the table and put him on
speaker.
âMeli, are you busy?â Harleyâs voice came from the phone.
âNo. Whatâs the matter?â Melissa smiled.
Harley pretended to be unhappy and deliberately asked in an exaggerated manner, âDo you mean that
I can only find you when thereâs a matter?â
âOf course not. You are always welcome.â Melissa said with a smile while continuing to apply
ointment for Murray.
âMeli, are you available tonight?â Harley chuckled.
âYes. What is it?â
âLast time on my birthday, you left early because you were not feeling well. What a pity! Since Iâm free
tonight, how about we have dinner together? My treat.â Harley warmly invited.
âOk, my pleasure.â
Melissa agreed, but she did not notice that Murrayâs face was growing annoyed.
Murray wore a long face, and his seductive thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, showing his
displeasure.
He could not believe that Melissa just accepted the invitation from another man right in front of him!
Was Harley the reason why she cared nothing about him?
She was smiling and laughing when talking to Harley, but when she was in front of him, she had
nothing but impatience and unwillingness.
Was Melissa fond of good-looking younger men like Harley?
âDeal. Meli, you are such a nice person. Iâm glad you will come! I will pick you up at seven oâclock.â
Harley hung up the phone gaily.
Melissa attempted to stand up and put the phone back in her pocket, but because she had been
squatting for too long, her feet had gone numb and she fell towards Murray.
Coincidentally, her hand hit right on Murrayâs wound.
Murray felt the pain from the back of his hand and a groan escaped his lips.
âSorry, Murray. Are you alright?â Melissa was embarrassed and stood up quickly.
âDo you like Harley?â Murray spoke with a long face, not answering her question.
Like Harley?
Melissa was stunned.
She was treating Harley as her younger brother. Murray wouldnât have misunderstood their
relationship, would he?
However, even if he misunderstood, she did not see the point in explaining it to him.
âSure,â Melissa replied carelessly.
Sure?
So it means she likes Harley?
Murrayâs face was eerily gloomy, and his voice was frosty, âHave you forgotten that we are now at a
crucial juncture for âIce and Fireâ? I need you to work tonight to improve the proposal.â
âBut I already have a plan for tonight.â Melissa frowned, âWhatâs more, I think the proposal is complete,
and Bruce has approved it.â
Murray stood up all of a sudden and looked down at Melissa, oozing a cold air all around his body, âI
am your boss. I have the final say!â