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.

found it out only if he had more time to care

thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and

open the

it.” Officer Miller

about him, so

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

if his relationship with Officer

was good, and Officer Miller knew all about

arranged his

already cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been washed and hung out

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

was lying on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in

picked up the

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

get back?”

back.” Boyce sat

and glanced at the

the coffee table that she had half-eaten and

it’s not at all and even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t

at her and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like a heart-warming trifle in

and asked, “What are

was thinking that he was laughing

head, “I’m

to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just now,

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 the only one that’s not

make sense but

neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why do I think that

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the fruit

Boyce was speechless.

hadn’t even met the fruit