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

knew that Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he

pulled open the

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

was worried about him, so he

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

wouldn’t say anything, too, even if his relationship with Officer Miller were

good, and Officer Miller

leave work, Boyce arranged

on the table, and the dirty clothes he had

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

sleeping with

the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on

a blur, she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and went

get

Boyce sat down on the

and glanced at the time, “It’s so

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

the apples were 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.

and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute

asked, “What are

that he was laughing at

shook his head, “I’m

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

funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because

seemed to make

wrapping her arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the fruit

Boyce was speechless.

biased as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop owner