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.

would have found it out only if he had more time to care for his family and daughter

his thoughts, so he didn’t comment

pulled open the

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

Boyce was worried about him, so he

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

his relationship with

was good, and Officer

to leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the

cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been washed and hung

was still on, and a book was thrown

on the sofa, sleeping with

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

she saw a figure. She sat up,

did you get back?”

just got back.” Boyce sat down

her phone and glanced at

picked up the apple on the coffee table that she had half-eaten and threw it into

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

way she was mumbling

asked, “What

he was

head, “I’m

‘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

seemed to make sense but

his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why do I think that you’re on the

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are

Boyce was speechless.

he hadn’t even met the