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.

found it out only if he had more time to care

he didn’t comment

open the

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

worried about him, so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

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

and Officer Miller

arranged his work for the day

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

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

lying on the sofa, sleeping with

walked over lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up the

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

did you get back?”

got back.” Boyce sat down on

glanced at the time,

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

was still 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

at her and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a

unsure and asked, “What are you laughing

he was laughing at her for

his head, “I’m not

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

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

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the fruit shop

Boyce was speechless.

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