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.

only if he had more time to care for his family and daughter

knew that Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just said,

pulled open

not saying it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce

was worried about him, so he didn’t

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

even if his

and Officer Miller knew

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

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

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

lying on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in

the floor, picked up the remote control on

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

did you get back?” She

just got back.” Boyce sat down on

phone and glanced

the coffee table that she had

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.

that the way she was

unsure and asked, “What

he was laughing at her for

head, “I’m

you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t

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

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

and I’m very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the fruit shop

Boyce was speechless.

as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop owner