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.

had more time to care

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

pulled open the

you for not saying it.” Officer Miller said just

Boyce was worried about him, so he didn’t

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

if his relationship with Officer Miller were not

good, and Officer Miller knew all about

to leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day

he returned home, Jasmine had already cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also

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

on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in

up the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on the

she saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and

you get back?”

got back.” Boyce sat down on the

found her phone and glanced at the time,

on the table, picked up the apple on the coffee table that she had half-eaten and threw it into the

sweet, but it’s not at all and even hard. It’s

that the way she was mumbling was cute

asked, “What

that he was

head, “I’m

‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t

the fruit shop owner just because it’s not good.

to make sense but not

his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why do I think that you’re on the fruit shop owner’s side for saying

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

me, whose side are you

Boyce was speechless.

he hadn’t even met