Mrs. Gibson Your identity is Exposed novel (Melissa and Murray) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Murray Looks Different

Murray, dressed casually in an apron, was busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

The morning sunlight warmly shone through the glass window onto him.

Melissa kept staring at him. He was handsome with bright eyes, a tall nose, and pretty lips.

Murray was cold and indifferent when working, while he looked different in the apron. Being with

Melissa, Murray was as bright as a star.

Melissa was stunned for a moment.

“Good sleep?” Hearing some noise, Murray looked back at Melissa and asked.

“Good, why are you in the kitchen?” Melissa asked doubtfully.

“Clara is on leave for something urgent,” Murray said casually.

“I see,” Melissa nodded and continued, “Do you know how to cook?”

Murray curled his lips and said, “Just have a taste of it!

It turned out that Murray was good at cooking,

Melissa sat in front of the dining table and had the fried eggs made by Murray. Then she could not help but praise, “It tastes good.”

Melissa couldn’t believe that Murray would have made such a delicious breakfast for her. Murray’s cooking impressed her a lot.

“Have more if you like,” Murray smiled faintly. He picked up a sandwich with a fork and put it on Melissa’s plate.

Melissa felt warm-hearted with Murray’s care. Melissa was considering whether to take Grandpa’s advice. Murray was indeed an excellent man, enjoying the high status and earning big money. Although he acts crazily sometimes…most of the time, he could be regarded as a perfect boss and a perfect…fiance.

They were having their breakfast when Murray’s phone rang.

Murray answered the call, “What is it?”

It was from Alex. “Mr. Gibson, we have found the workers in charge of maintenance of the studio’s lamps.”

“Then?” Murray replied.

“Three workers did the maintenance of the studio, but the one amending the lamp has resigned.” Aley finished his words, peeking at Murray fearfully.

“Investigated it further.” Murray commanded with a gloomy expression and hung up the phone.

Melissa was anxious to know the investigation’s progress, “How’s it? Did you get some clues? Who

did it?”

Murray narrowed his eyes, “Not yet. We still need more investigation.”

After breakfast, Melissa returned to her room and took out the ointment. When she was about to use it on the wound, she suddenly heard Murray’s deep voice, “Let me help you.”

“No need, I can do it,” Melissa refused him.

However, Murray immediately took the ointment and squatted down to help her.

“You helped me when my hand was injured before. Now, it’s my turn,” Murray made a weird explanation, taking it for granted.