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

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

open

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

worried about him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

even if his relationship with Officer

was good, and Officer Miller knew

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

table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of

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

sleeping with a pillow

up the book on the floor, picked

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

you get

just got back.” Boyce sat down on the

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

on the table, picked up the apple on the coffee

were sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t buy fruits at that fruit shop again. The

way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a

asked,

was thinking that he was

head,

you did obviously laugh

just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good. What if the one you picked is the only one that’s

to make sense

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

I’m very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the

Boyce was speechless.

as he hadn’t even