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

had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just said,

open the

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.”

anything, too, even if his relationship with Officer Miller

Officer Miller knew

arranged his work for the day

on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed

was

sleeping with a pillow in

book on the floor, picked

woke up when the sound was off suddenly. She slowly opened her eyes, and in a blur, she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed

you get

got back.” Boyce sat

her phone and glanced at the time,

apple on the coffee table

owner told 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

that the way she was mumbling was cute and

and asked, “What are

thinking that he was laughing at

head, “I’m not

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

“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 the only one

to make

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

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you

Boyce was speechless.

hadn’t even met the fruit shop