Unscented Novel Chapter 84 - 25 Move to the Guest Room

Chapter 84: Chapter 25 Move to the Guest Room

Murray’s eyes raked lissa’s body.

lissa 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? lissa was pissed off. She was never treated like this before.

"Screw you!" lissa 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 lissa. 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

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 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 ti.

His Lily, how was she now?

...

The next morning, when lissa woke up, there was no one in the room. Did Murray spend the entire night in the study room?

lissa rubbed her temples. She seed to misunderstand him.

Indeed, so many beauties would play tricks to climb into his bed. In Murray’s mind, lissa 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 engagent peacefully. She could also have reasonable explanations to her grandfather.

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

"Why are you looking for ?" lissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble, which was ant to upset lissa.

lissa had no idea what Susie was going to do this ti. Was she brewing so big tricks again?

Susie said, "lissa, you have been in our secretary departnt for a few days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue." As Teresa told lissa her promotion, a faint trace of jealousy flashed across her eyes.

Then she handed the docunts to lissa. "These are the docunts of the project. Read it for reference."

lissa took the docunts, glancing at them. "Okay." She turned around and left.

Staring at lissa’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 lissa.

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

Just then, Susie received a ssage. "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 lissa of stealing and drive her away. However, lissa easily fixed it and disgraced Adela in front of everyone. She wouldn’t let lissa go easily!

Adela beca gloomy. She thought, Just wait!

...

lissa had read the docunts 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 lissa had to do was follow up on the progress. It was a piece of cake for her.

When she got ho from work, lissa found that all her stuff had been moved to the servant room on the first floor.

"Who moved my stuff?" lissa was speechless, rubbing her temples.

Claire walked to lissa 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?" lissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door fra, 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? lissa 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? lissa thought that Claire was so blind to tell the good from bad.

"What’s wrong?" Murray, just off work and back ho, heard the argunt.

"Murray." When Claire saw Murray, she quickly grabbed his arm and pretended to be aggrieved. "I kindly helped her carry things, but she accused

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."

lissa internally facepald 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 lissa’s suitcases?"

Claire took a step back when she felt Murray’s cold deanor. "Murray, I did nothing wrong. This is what Aunt ordered."

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

"Move lissa’s things back to my room..." Murray told the servants, but before he could finish his words, lissa interrupted.

"No need." lissa refused, frowning with the nightmare-like mory 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 mont and suggested, "You then stay in the guest room."

"That’s okay." lissa shrugged. She didn’t mind staying anywhere. Either the guest room or the servant room is the sa for her. More importantly, she didn’t want to stay in Murray’s room anymore. It would be embarrassing if sothing like last night happened again.

The decoration of the guest room was unique and it quite suited lissa. After packing up, lissa sat on a chair and was about to rest when her phone suddenly rang.

It was Harley.

lissa answered the call, "Hey, lissa speaking."

"li, it’s . Are you free on Sunday night?"

lissa 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. li, I want to invite you to the bar tomorrow night to celebrate," Harley said with expectation.

"Congrats!" lissa was happy for him. "7 p.m. on Sunday. Charm Bar. See you then."

"Who are you calling?" After lissa hung up, a cold voice ca from behind.

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

Frowning, lissa stood up, "Who I am calling has nothing to do with you, right? Why did you co to my room without my permission? Do you know how to knock?"

Murray saw lissa’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," lissa agreed. Marc and Enoch were close friends. She, Enoch’s granddaughter, should visit Marc for Enoch.

Murray didn’t expect lissa 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 lissa of paying attention to the call she had just answered.

Disgrace the Gibson family? lissa wondered, Who were you to say that to ?

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 fra. 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, "lissa, how dare you..."

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

"Will you?" Her voice was so luring.