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.

would have found it out only if he had more time to care for his family and daughter and educated

thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just said, “I’m leaving

open the

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

him, so he didn’t tell him anything

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

anything, too, even if his relationship

and Officer Miller knew all

arranged his work for the day before

table, and the dirty clothes he had

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

the sofa, sleeping with

the book on the floor, picked up the remote control

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

get

got back.” Boyce sat down on the

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

the apple on the coffee table that she had half-eaten and threw

was still mumbling, “That fruit stall 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 fruits at that fruit shop again. The boss

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

was unsure and asked, “What are you

thinking that he was

shook his head, “I’m not

did.” 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

to make sense but

side are you on? Why do I think that you’re

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

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

Boyce was speechless.

he be biased as he hadn’t even met