Chapter 384: Chapter 326 She Has a Helper
"That’s enough. Stop making a fuss." Melissa took a step back to avoid the kiss.
They stopped in front of Marc’s ward. She carefully recalled the scene where she saw Ryleigh. "If I’m right, she is not sick."
"What do you mean?" Murray smiled and asked.
Melissa muttered to herself, "I can tell if she is sick by reading her face. Although she is pale, her eyes are clear, and she could walk steadily. The blood she spat out didn’t smell right. To deceive you, she has put in a lot of effort such as bribing the doctors and nurses and using artificial blood."
When Murray heard this, his heart sank. Ryleigh alone couldn’t do so many things.
So...
"She has a helper," He deduces in a low voice.
"You guessed it." Melissa was not surprised. Even she knew what was happening, so it would not be difficult for Murray to figure it out.
Melissa looked up at him, "If Ryleigh is not Lily but knows so much about her, you will be able to find your Lily when you find out about her and her helper."
Murray noticed that Melissa used the phrase "your Lily", so he knew that she was jealous again.
He tightened his grip on her taking a step forward to get near her. "What’s wrong? Do you not believe my love for you?"
"Not quite. It’s just that I don’t know what men are thinking. Since you are good to Ryleigh because you thought she was Lily, you may do the same to the true Lily..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when Murray pressed his lips against hers leaving the words stuck in Melissa’s mouth.
He held her in his arms and kissed her passionately, taking away his fiancée sobriety. She had to lean against his arms and accept the strong, overbearing and wild kiss.
It had a hint of punishment and Melissa still suspected his feelings for her.
Murray increased his strength still holding her head with both hands and opened her lips with his tongue to suck and entangle with hers as if he was to swallow her.
The woman gasped in pain as if she had just been electrocuted.
Melissa finally managed to catch her breath, "It hurts..."
Seeing her like this, Murray immediately softened his actions and kissed her more and more gently, and soon, Melissa felt a complicated feeling flooding her.
Melissa was shy, but she felt comfortable and wanted more kisses.
"God, how can I have such a thought..."Melissa’s face turned red with the idea.
After some time, Murray let go of her.
If it wasn’t for the fact that they were at Marc’s ward, he wouldn’t have let her go so soon.
She blushed and leaned against his chest.
"Can you not kiss me in such a place? If Grandpa comes out and sees it, it will be awkward." Melissa could not help blaming him.
"I think Grandpa will be happy to see it." Murray was in a good mood at the moment, the smile on his face softened his usual cold countenance.
Melissa went speechless at his words.
She turned to look at the door and knocked on it. "Come in." Marc’s voice sounded from inside.
The door opened, and Clara said respectfully to them, "Mr. and Mrs. Gibson."
Murray was satisfied with the way she addressed Melissa. He held his fiancée’s hand and walked inside.
Marc was leaning against the bed and reading the newspaper. He had glasses and looked kind.
When the grandfather saw them, he immediately put down the news and took off his glasses. He smiled brightly and greeted, "Melissa, come here and take a seat."
"Marc, how do you feel?" She let her hand be held by the old man and sat down next to the bed.
"I feel much better now. After you treated me, I felt much swifter and less pressure," Marc said briskly.
Melissa grabbed the old man’s hand and put it on the quilt. Her voice was soft and pleasant. "That’s so good. Grandpa, I will take your pulse again so that I can understand your physical condition."
"Alright." Marc couldn’t help smiling when he sensed her consideration.
He glanced at Murray standing in the corner, "How is it? The fiancée I picked for you isn’t bad, right?"
"Of course." Murray raised his eyebrows, "The old is always right."
Melissa pursed her lips. What were they two talking about? Could they change the topic?
She pretended not to hear anything and lowered her head to concentrate on taking Marc’s pulse.
Murray’s gaze fell on Melissa.
It was said that men who were working seriously attracted the attention of women.
It was also the case for men when women focused on their job.
Murray looked at Melissa’s profile. She had exquisite and delicate facial features and fair and clean skin. He was obsessed in an instant.
He could not wait to marry her.
His wife would only be Melissa!
He was so focused on her that he didn’t even notice when Joseph entered the room.
A few minutes later, Melissa finished taking the old man’s pulse. She gently put his hand down and let out a sigh of relief. "Marc, your pulse is stable. Other than your weak health because of the long illness, there is nothing serious. Take good care of yourself, and you will slowly recover."
"Thank you." Marc took her hand and sighed.
He came back from the verge of death. If it wasn’t for Dr. Hanson and Melissa, he probably wouldn’t have survived this.
"You don’t have to, Marc, with me here, you will live a long life!" She returned the grip in her hand.
"A long life is not what I want, I just hope to see you marry Murray and give birth to a great-grandson." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"A great-granddaughter is fine!" Marc was afraid that Melissa would think that he valued boys more than girls, so he added this.
"Marc, what are you talking about? How can it be so fast?" Melissa was a little embarrassed.
"Not at all." Murray strode over to Melissa and looked down at her, "I can’t wait a moment."
Melissa was lost for words.
Could they stop talking about this topic? It was too embarrassing...
