Snare of Love novel Chapter 748

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.

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

Boyce knew that Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just said, “I’m leaving then.”

He pulled open the door.

“Boyce, thank you for not saying it.” Officer Miller said just as Boyce was about to walk out.

In fact, Boyce was worried about him, so he didn’t tell him anything about Wendy.

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

He wouldn’t say anything, too, even if his relationship with Officer Miller were not good.

His character was good, and Officer Miller knew all about it.

When it was time to leave work, Boyce arranged his work for the day before leaving work.

When he returned home, Jasmine had already cleaned up the things on the table, and the dirty clothes he had changed out of had also been washed and hung out on the balcony.

A half-eaten apple was on the table, the TV was still on, and a book was thrown on the floor.

Jasmine was lying on the sofa, sleeping with a pillow in her arms.

Boyce walked over lightly, picked up the book on the floor, picked up the remote control on the table and turned off the TV.

Jasmine 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 her eyes and went to look for her phone to see what time it was.

“When did you get back?” She asked.

“I just got back.” Boyce sat down on the sofa.