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 time to care for

so he didn’t comment much and

pulled open the

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

him, so he didn’t tell

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

if his

Officer Miller knew

arranged his

table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out

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

was lying on the sofa, sleeping with a

lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked

slowly opened her eyes, and in a blur, she saw a figure.

did you get

Boyce

found her phone and glanced at

the apple on the coffee table that she had

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

feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and

asked, “What

thinking that he was laughing at her

his head, “I’m not

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

you’re blaming the fruit shop owner just because it’s not

to make sense

are you on? Why do I think that

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

Jasmine pouted, “Tell me,

Boyce was speechless.

he be biased as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop owner