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.

only if he had more time to care for his family and daughter

thoughts, so he

pulled open the

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

about him, so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

anything, too, even if his relationship

was good, and Officer Miller

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

table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of

TV was still on, and a book was thrown on

sleeping

on the floor, picked up the

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

did you get back?” She

got back.” Boyce

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

up the apple on the

me that the apples were sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t buy fruits

laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was

and asked,

he was

his head, “I’m not

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

“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 picked is

to make sense but

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

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