Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Boyce denied.

“Okay, let’s eat. This issue is resolved.” Miller knew that his daughter was exposed by his wife and regretted it.

But there was no use to cry over spilled milk. What was fated to be will be and nothing can be forced.

One cannot force fate. Although he had wanted Boyce to marry his daughter but at least today his wife can finally abandon her hopes.

As for his daughter, she could only look for another man.

Miller liked Boyce and hoped that he could become his son-in-law but that was not to be.

Now that his daughter was also a divorcee, all the more he could not hope for it.

He would be satisfied if his daughter could find someone decent.

“Come, let’s eat. Don’t stand on ceremony.” Miller said to Jasmine, “Cat’s got your tongue? The last time you were so chatty. What happened to you today?” Miller liked Jasmine because she had moxie and confidence.

Jasmine smiled, “The last time I was too anxious and was worried that you would punish him.”

Miller smiled and asked, “It must be you who asked Boyce out first.” He knew Boyce very well and even when there was a rumor about Boyce, he never believed that Boyce was guilty of it.

“No, I was the one who asked her out first.” Boyce quickly replied.

He wanted to protect Jasmine’s dignity.

Furthermore, it was her who was helping him today.

He could not let others think that way of her.

Miller laughed heartily, “So your icy heart finally thawed?”

The Boyce he knew was very reserved.

Boyce must have liked her a lot to initiate the relationship.

Miller looked at Jasmine.

beautiful with an interesting personality.

someone independent

here. So you need to take good care of

looked at Boyce. She truly hoped that she would be

He treats you like you are his son.” Wendy said sarcastically and continued, “My father

Don’t stir any trouble here. You’ve divorced. Do you expect others to always give

say anything. Why must you be upset?” Mrs. Miller tried to ease the situation and continued, “She’s affected by her divorce and didn’t choose her words carefully.

was upset and

turn for the worse. He stood up with Jasmine and said,

replied solemnly, “Please don’t be

guidance.” Boyce bowed at Miller respectfully. Regardless of what Wendy said, he would always be grateful for Miller’s continued mentorship. Nothing would change his respect for Miller, much less what happened

Give me a treat another day.” Miller and Alan Meyer were upstanding men and would not allow

to my place and I’ll cook for

chuckled, “Oh? You can

you are not picky, I’ll ensure that you’ll enjoy my cuisine.”

See you!” Miller waved

bade his farewell to Miller and Mrs. Miller

left, Miller’s expression turned for the worse and

in

the one who wasn’t satisfied with him. Based on my understanding of Boyce, he would have treated you very well and taken very good care of us. But you refused to listen to me. So now, after all that you’ve gone through, you are regretting now?” Miller huffed furiously

It was true that Miller recommended Boyce to become the assistant superintendent but he was definitely capable to take up that position. What his daughter had said that night seemed to suggest that Boyce could not rise to

because

that she was trying to find excuses for his daughter. But even if she was in a foul mood, she

“Preposterous!”

a person well and saw that Boyce was honest and

hadn’t you mention it

frustrated and slammed his chopsticks on the table and stood up furiously, “Why? Do

asked Wendy, “You weren’t interested in Boyce so why did you speak to him

felt that Boyce’s achievements had been due to her father’s influence so Boyce should be grateful to them. Thus, she felt that she always stood a chance to be with Boyce. When Boyce brought

She was not sure about how Wendy felt about Boyce. If she was interested in Boyce, then why did she reject him in the past but if she was

“No.” Wendy denied.

could not bear to question Wendy further as she knew that Wendy was still in a bad mood because

to your father so that he can calm down.” Mrs. Miller