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 daughter and

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

open

Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about to walk

Boyce was worried about him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

even if his relationship with

was good, and Officer Miller knew all

was time to leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day before leaving

the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been

the table, the TV was still on, and a

sleeping with a pillow in

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

in a blur, she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed

get back?”

back.” Boyce sat

phone and glanced at the

apple on the coffee table

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

feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a heart-warming trifle in

and asked, “What are you laughing

thinking that he was laughing at her for

shook his head, “I’m

to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did

“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 the only one

seemed to make sense but not

you on? Why do I

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose

Boyce was speechless.

as he hadn’t even met