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.

if he had more time

he

pulled open

saying it.” Officer Miller said just as

about him, so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

if his relationship with Officer Miller

and Officer Miller

leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day before leaving

the things on the table, and the dirty clothes

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

was lying on the sofa, sleeping with a

the floor, picked up the remote control on the table and

and in a blur, she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and went to look for her

get back?” She

Boyce sat down

and glanced at the time,

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

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 buy fruits at that

was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a heart-warming trifle

unsure and asked,

was laughing at her for being

head, “I’m not

you did obviously

an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s

seemed to make sense but

sat on his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on?

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are

Boyce was speechless.

as he hadn’t even met the