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.

more time to care for his family and daughter

he

open the

saying it.” Officer Miller said just

worried about him, so he didn’t

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

even if his relationship with

good, and Officer Miller knew

leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day

cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had

half-eaten apple was on the table, the TV was still on, and

lying on the sofa, sleeping

walked over lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on the table and

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

you get

got back.” Boyce sat down on

found her phone and glanced at the

the coffee table that she had half-eaten and threw it

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

the way she was mumbling was cute

unsure and asked,

that he was

shook his head, “I’m

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

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

seemed to make sense

his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why do I think that you’re on the fruit shop

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

hadn’t even met the fruit shop