Chapter 600: Chapter 600



Boyce smiled and didn’t answer. Just as Armand said he didn’t know how to be affectionate, he couldn’t refute it.

“Come sit down.” Officer Miller was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

Seeing them enter, he put the paper down.

Boyce walked over as Jasmine followed.

“Boyce, sit down for a while. Lunch will be ready later.” Wendy said with a smile.

Boyce nodded, “Thanks for the effort.”

Wendy joked, “Since you think I’ve made the effort, why don’t you make it for me.”

“Don’t worry about me being stupid!” Boyce got up eager to help.

Wendy hastily waved her hand, “I’m just kidding. You take it seriously, though. You guys sit down.” After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Miller turned away, looked at Jasmine, felt annoyed and also turned around and walked into the kitchen. She wanted Boyce and her daughter to be together, but he brought a girlfriend instead. Of course, she was not happy about it.

Seeing that her daughter was still chopping vegetables, she reached over and snatched the kitchen knife from his hand, “Go outside and escort the guests. I can take care of myself here.”

“There are no strangers. Dad’s here.” Wendy didn’t understand her mother’s intention.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand, but that she was surprised that Boyce would bring a girl, and she didn’t know what to do for a while.

Her mother stepped back and sighed, “When your father asked you to marry Boyce, you didn’t do it. Look at him now, he’s already the vice-principal, and there weren’t any other women around him these years…”

“Mom.” Wendy didn’t want to hear her mother’s scolding, “Let bygones be bygones. Don’t say it again, okay?”

There would be no going back. What was the point, even if she regretted it?

“Ouch.” Mrs. Miller sighed again and reached over to help her daughter, “I don’t know when he had a girlfriend.”

Wendy said nothing. The oil in the pot was hot. She put the chopped ginger in the pot and sautéed it over low heat to get the fragrance, then put in the peppercorn and aromatic leaves, and finally threw the chopped chicken into the pot.

With a prickly sound, the fragrance of the seasonings came out immediately.

“It’s your father who made Boyce what he is today.” The more Mrs. Miller thought, the more unpleasant she found it, “That girl looks too young, and she doesn’t match Boyce at all.”

“Hey, Mom, what exactly do you mean?” Wendy looked at her mother helplessly, “Boyce is slow. We should be glad he found a girlfriend. Look at you, why do you look unhappy?”

“You should be the one sitting next to him – don’t you ever regret it?” Mrs. Miller felt her daughter was too heartless.

She was blind and picked the wrong person at first. Now that she saw Boyce had a girlfriend, she didn’t even react.

“What’s the use of moaning, he and I have already lost each other.” Wendy pursed her lips, “Will you stop saying that.”

Mrs. Miller quickly got over it, “It’s hard to find a two-legged toad, but there are two-legged people everywhere. You’re still young and you don’t have children. It’s not hard for you to find a good man. It’s not like Boyce is the only person in the world.”

Wendy pursed her lips and said nothing.

Mrs. Miller turned to leave and Wendy called after her, “Mom, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to get them a glass of water.” Mrs. Miller said.

“I’ll go. You keep an eye on the dishes in the pot.” Wendy left the spatula in her hand.

Mrs. Miller felt she had more to say, so she went inside, picked up the dishes her daughter had sautéed and asked, “Did you put all the spices in?”

“Yes, all of them.” Wendy washed her hands, took out a glass of water and poured three cups of fresh juice and took them out, then placed them one in front of the other. She set the empty tray on the table and sat down on the single couch next to Jasmine.

“You look young, I guess you’re younger than Boyce.”

Jasmine said, “Yes.”

“Where do you work?” Wendy plucked a grape from the fruit platter and popped it into her mouth.

Jasmine didn’t hide it, nor did she think it was wrong, and replied, “I’m a freshman.”

Wendy froze for a moment. It struck her that Jasmine was young, but she hadn’t expected her to still be a college student. She turned her attention to Boyce and said with a smile, “You like girls that young? I thought you didn’t like women.”

Boyce smiled awkwardly, “I’m a normal person too.”

Wendy nodded, “Yeah, me too. You’re not a monk with no feelings or desires.”

She thought he was too boring, unromantic and uninteresting. Having been married once, she realized that such a man was more reliable. This type of character was more reliable than those men who only knew how to sweet talk.

Mrs. Miller asked him if he didn’t regret it. How could he not regret it?

She did regret it. What had seemed to him a disadvantage before was now an advantage.

“Come often with your girlfriend when you have time. By the way, what’s your girlfriend’s name?” asked Wendy with a smile.

Boyce looked at Jasmine and said, “Jasmine.”

Jasmine said nothing and sat very quietly.

“Let’s all go to the table. The food is ready.” Mrs. Miller stood in the dining room doorway and smiled.

Officer Miller got up first and said, “Okay. Let’s talk while we eat.”

They all got up from the couch and headed to the dining room, Boyce held Jasmine’s waist. He was afraid she would be uncomfortable in unfamiliar surroundings, so he dealt with her feelings.

Jasmine tilted her head to look at him, and the corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile.

As dull as he was, his occasional touch of thoughtfulness made her very warm and calm.

Wendy glanced at them and withdrew her eyes in silence.

This man should have belonged to her before, this tenderness should belong to her too, but now it belonged to another woman. She didn’t feel very comfortable in her heart.

Mrs. Miller adjusted her emotions and smiled at Jasmine, telling her not to treat herself like a stranger, “Make yourself at home.” Jasmine smiled and said yes.

Officer Miller asked his daughter to bring a bottle of wine, “Will you drink with me?”.

Boyce said, “I drove here. I’ll drink with you next time.”

“Drink with my father. I’ll take you back.” Wendy poured Boyce a drink and deliberately lowered her body and whispered in his ear, “He’s not happy I’m divorced. You have a drink with him.”

She leaned too far toward Boyce, looking ambiguous, Boyce leaned back a little and said, “Then have a drink.”

Wendy’s body stiffened for a moment. It seemed that Boyce’s distance and aloofness had made her a little uncomfortable for a moment, or that she was disappointed and uncomfortable with his coldness towards her. She quickly adjusted her emotions back to naturalness, as if nothing had happened, and looked up at Jasmine with a smile, “Can you drink?”

Jasmine saw his demeanor now. Her hand under the table clenched tightly. It was obvious that she was deliberately approaching Boyce.

Perhaps, being women, they could sense each other’s intentions.

She shook her head, “I can’t drink.” Then she smiled again and said to Boyce, “You drink less, too. You have to drive me to college this afternoon.”

“I can drive you.” Before Boyce could say anything, Wendy responded.

Jasmine smiled and said, “Don’t bother. Actually, I don’t have much time and I want Boyce to keep me company.”

I could see that Wendy was intentionally approaching Boyce and was trying to get close to Boyce in front of her. She was definitely up to no good.

If the one coming over today was really Boyce’s girlfriend, she would definitely misunderstand him.

Good thing she wasn’t really Boyce’s girlfriend, and she could take a look at this matter with a clear mind as a spectator.

She could really understand that it wasn’t Boyce’s fault and that this woman was deliberately approaching him and trying to create a misunderstanding.

If she was really happy for Boyce, she should have kept her distance from him knowing he had a girlfriend, instead of intentionally approaching him.

Officer Miller let out a gleeful laugh, “Then we won’t drink today. I’ll drink another day, at your wedding reception.”

Wendy put down the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Then she said, “There are many men and women who fall in love and break up. Some have different personalities, some have different habits, and some are due to age difference. No one knows what’s going to happen until the last moment.”

Boyce naturally understood the meaning of her words, and his expression was a little unnatural, thinking that she said this to him on purpose.

“I’m happy Boyce is coming to lunch today, what the hell are you talking about? I know you’re in a bad mood, but don’t affect others. If you’re not hungry, don’t eat yet and rest for a while.” Officer Miller reprimanded his daughter in a deep voice, “You’re spoiling the mood.”

“Dad, I’m your daughter, aren’t I? Why are you throwing me out?” Wendy bit her lip, “Forget it. I’m not eating.”

After saying that, she stood up and looked at everyone, “Sorry, I’m not in a good mood, so you don’t mind if I speak harshly.”

“We don’t mind. You just sit down and eat.” Boyce felt uncomfortable in his heart, but didn’t show it. For Officer Miller’s sake, he couldn’t say anything.

Officer Miller didn’t look good: “Sit down.”

“I was in a bad mood after the divorce and said the wrong thing. Forget it. Boyce isn’t even mad at me, how come you’re mad?”

Officer Miller waved his hand, “Don’t try to deny it. It’s Boyce today, but if it were anyone else, I’m sure he’d be unhappy.”

“I know. There won’t be a next time.” Wendy sat back down and looked at Boyce with a smile, “You don’t mind, do you.”

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