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.

more time to care for his family and daughter and

he didn’t comment much and just

open

Officer Miller said just

was worried about him, so he didn’t

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

too, even if his relationship with Officer Miller were

character was good, and Officer Miller knew all about

work, Boyce arranged his work for

Jasmine had already cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been washed and

the table, the TV was still on, and

lying on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow

lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on the table and turned off

a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and went to look for her phone to see what time

get back?”

got back.” Boyce sat down

glanced at the time, “It’s

on the

and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t

the way she was

unsure and asked, “What are

thinking that he was laughing at her for being

his head,

herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t you

fruit shop owner just because it’s

seemed to make sense but

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

he hadn’t even met the fruit