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 to care for his family

Miller had his thoughts, so he

pulled open

it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about to walk

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

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

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

and Officer

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

returned home, Jasmine had already cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of

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

was lying on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in her

picked up the remote control on the table

her eyes, and in a blur, she saw a figure.

you get

back.” Boyce sat down on the

found her phone and glanced at the time,

on the coffee table that she

not at all and even hard.

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

and asked, “What are you laughing

that he was laughing at

head, “I’m

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

you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good. What

seemed to make sense but

side are you on? Why do I think that you’re on the fruit shop owner’s side for

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

as he hadn’t