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.

if he had more time

Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment

open the

saying it.” Officer Miller said just as

worried about him, so he didn’t tell him

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

if his relationship with

Officer

it was time to leave work, Boyce arranged

and the dirty

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

sofa, sleeping

the floor, picked up the remote control on

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

did you get back?”

back.” Boyce sat down

her phone and glanced at the time,

on the coffee table

the apples were sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not

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

unsure and asked, “What are you laughing

was thinking that he was laughing at her

head, “I’m

to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did

said, “I just think you’re funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good. What if the one you

seemed to make

arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

could he be biased as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop owner