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.

had more time to care for his family

he didn’t comment much and just said, “I’m leaving

pulled open

it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about to walk

him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

even if his relationship

good, and Officer Miller knew all about

it was time to leave work, Boyce arranged his work

dirty clothes

TV was still on, and a book was thrown on the

on the sofa, sleeping

over lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up

was off suddenly. She slowly opened her eyes, and in a blur, she saw a figure. She

get back?”

got back.” Boyce

glanced at the time,

placed the phone on the table, picked up the apple on the coffee table that she had half-eaten

sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t buy fruits at that fruit

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

and asked,

was laughing at

shook his head,

Jasmine thought to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t

just think you’re funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just

to make sense

side are you on? Why do I think that you’re on the fruit shop owner’s side

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

and I’m very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are

Boyce was speechless.

be biased as he hadn’t even met