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 and

Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment

pulled open the

it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about

was worried about him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

too, even if his relationship with Officer Miller were not

was good, and Officer Miller knew

leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day

on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had

the table, the TV was

sleeping with a pillow in her

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

a figure. She sat up, rubbed her

get back?” She

just got back.” Boyce sat down on

her phone and glanced at the time, “It’s

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

not at all and even hard.

at her and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a

was unsure and asked, “What are you

that he was laughing at her

his head, “I’m

did.” Jasmine thought to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just

said, “I just think you’re funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good. What if the one you picked is

to make sense but

side are you on? Why do I

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

he be biased as he hadn’t even