Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Officer Miller’s face began to grow redder and redder.

Wendy could not take it anymore.

“Dad, I am your one and only daughter, so why are you giving so much care to an outsider? Am I your offspring, or is he?” Wendy still couldn’t figure out Officer Miller’s bizarre action. She pointed at Boyce and asked vehemently.

Officer Miller clutched his chest and felt his rage consuming him. Why was this daughter of his so disobedient and unwilling to take an advice?

“Are you trying to make me so mad that I can die?” Officer Miller was breathing heavily as he said that.

Wendy cried until her whole face was covered in goo and ears, “You are always protective of him and you didn’t so much as give me half of that attention while I am your daughter. Ever since I was a child, have you ever cared for me? Don’t you think it’s too late to educate me now?”

Officer Miller was staggering backwards until his butt hit the sofa. He looked like he had just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world. He was always busy, so his daughter was raised mostly by his wife. Of course, Wendy would take after his wife in the way that both of them were pretty unreasonable.

“It’s my fault, it’s all my own fault.” Officer Miller was in so much grief.

He didn’t watch over her a lot when she was a child, now that she was an adult, it seemed that he had lost his authority to have a word with her.

He was deeply regretful.

He regretted that he didn’t accompany her in her growing days and educate her.

“Dad.” Wendy was shocked by her father’s complexion as she hurried forward to calm him down. Officer Miller had such a distorted expression that she was afraid that he would faint.

Officer Miller was beginning to enter his twilight years, and he had served as the head officer of the station for an extended period of time. He was always serious in work which made him a respected man, and even after his retirement, his former subordinates and colleagues would greet and welcome him with open arm, yet at this moment…

that he felt

he said while giving a stern stare at her daughter, “You are right. I have brought you into this world, yet I didn’t raise you up well. Now that you have made a mistake, I am actually the one to be blamed.

mistakes. If you don’t want to apologize, I will do that in your place!” Officer Miller turned to look at Boyce, “I didn’t raise

disrespectful now. He is able to achieve whatever up till this point because of your help, but now just because of

with a greenish color as if the next thing to expect from him was him passing

to his former superior. He was loathing

Miller, I am not

Miller held Boyce’s hand and he struggled mightily to make himself able to speak. Only after a short

had committed more than just a

that

between two people? You didn’t just stop at the first mistake, and I didn’t think I had it in me to scold you. Like you said, I care for you too less so I am not worthy to reprimand you.

to struggle and he was hammering his chest now. Otherwise, his breathing wouldn’t get

as you please all the time.”

of an underling. He was a ghost of his former glorious self. He always cared about dignity,

will see it; If you don’t do that, someday, someone will discover your ugly self too. What you need to do is to be able to live up to your own name and be free of guilt. Think carefully, since your divorce, how many things have you done wrong? If you are always faithful towards Boyce, and based on his temperament, he would have treated you

to retort her father, which was an indication that some of those advice must have registered

and hope that you

had steered the conversation into such a direction, Boyce couldn’t just press his former boss further, “I won’t pursue this matter. I was at fault too last time, since I was

that he wasn’t a saint without errors too, and he also hoped that Wendy could become more reasonable in the future contrary to just

that Wendy could see very clearly where her flaws were and value the good things others brought to

continued to sob and cry in her father’s embrace, “I don’t want to listen to you