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.

he had more time to care for his family and

Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment

open

saying it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about

him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

say anything, too, even if his relationship with

character was good, and Officer Miller knew all

Boyce arranged his work for the day

dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been washed and hung out

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

lying on the sofa, sleeping with a

picked up the book on the floor, picked up the

was off suddenly. She slowly opened her eyes, and in a blur, she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and went to look for her

you get back?”

just got back.” Boyce sat down on the

phone and glanced at the

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

mumbling, “That fruit stall owner told me that the apples were sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t

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

was unsure and asked, “What are you laughing

was laughing at

his head,

blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why

“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.

to make sense

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

could he be biased as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop