Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

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.

have found it out only if he had more time to care for his

so he didn’t comment much

open

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

about him, so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

wouldn’t say anything, too, even if his

good, and Officer

it was time to leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day

and the dirty

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

on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in her

lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on the

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

you get back?” She

just got back.” Boyce sat down on

found her phone and glanced at the time, “It’s so

the

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

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

and asked, “What are you laughing

that he was laughing at her

head,

blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t

shop owner just because it’s not good. What if the one you

to make sense but

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me

Boyce was speechless.

be biased as he hadn’t even met