Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Officer Miller’s voice was much hoarser.

“I found out about it unintentionally not long ago,” Boyce said with reservations.

He couldn’t just tell Officer Miller that Matthew had looked into it.

Officer Miller let out a sullen breath, “I’ve lived a life of failure.”

His daughter was not well educated.

He had even lost face in front of his subordinates at the age of retirement.

Boyce didn’t say anything.

There was nothing to say.

Wendy and her mother were the same kinds of people. It wouldn’t be easy for anyone who stumped by the two, not to mention Officer Miller, who wanted to save face.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you know about it?” Officer Miller turned around to look at him.

Boyce said, “I know you want to save face and don’t want you to bother with this.”

“Hmm.” Officer Miller walked to the seat and sat down, “Do I still have your respect?”

“Yes…”

“Cut it out.” Officer Miller interrupted him pondered for a moment, “I’m getting old, reaching my retirement age and I’m planning to retire early.”

“Why?” Boyce didn’t get it. Officer Miller was very fond of work.

Officer Miller didn’t elaborate, “I’m tired and want to rest.”

“Alright, get back to work.” Officer Miller felt ashamed to face Boyce.

He also never expected his daughter to have such a personality. He had been busy working when he was young and cared less about his family.

And now, he regretted it when he thought about it.

have found it out only if he had more

Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just

pulled open the

you for not saying it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about to

so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

too, even if his relationship with

and Officer Miller knew all

was time to leave work, Boyce arranged his work

things on the table, and the dirty

on the table, the TV was

lying on the sofa, sleeping with

floor, picked up the remote control on

a figure. She

did you get

back.” Boyce sat down on

glanced at the

apple on the coffee table that

stall owner told me that the apples were sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t buy fruits

her and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and

unsure and asked, “What are

was thinking that he was laughing at her

head, “I’m not

blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why

and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good. What if the one you

seemed to make

side are you on? Why do I

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the

Boyce was speechless.

could he be biased as he hadn’t