Chapter 664: Chapter 664



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“Okay, sure. Please think it through.” Officer Miller let out a sigh, “I feel so embarrassed in front of you.”

Then he changed the subject, “I’m willing to do it for my daughter. Parents always do things for their children all their lives. All for the love of the parents.”

Boyce filled Officer Miller’s glass with the liquor, “Yes, I understand.”

He knew Officer Miller very well. Even if he didn’t agree in the end, Officer Miller wouldn’t hate him. Officer Miller was very appreciative of his dignity. At this point, he asked Boyce to go out with his daughter, and Boyce could tell how difficult it was for him.

“Please don’t stress.” Officer Miller raised his glass and clinked it with Boyce’s.

Boyce said he wouldn’t.

After dinner, Wendy suggested taking him home, “You drank some liquor. I’ll send you home.”

Boyce gave her a look and nodded.

Officer Miller watched them leave, letting out another sigh. Mrs. Miller didn’t like that her husband kept sighing.

She said, “Why are you sighing? Boyce should agree. Wendy is beautiful and polite. She deserves it.”

Officer Miller gave her a cold look, “He’s been married once. On this alone, she doesn’t deserve Boyce.”

Mrs. Miller was speechless for a long moment. Then she replied, “So what if Wendy got divorced, didn’t he have a girlfriend before?”

Officer Miller threw his hands behind his back and headed for the bedroom, “I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

Mrs. Miller, however, was not angry. She forced her husband to tell Boyce directly her objective, which had been bothering her husband greatly.

Her husband treasured his dignity throughout his life. Today he had lost it at the hands of his subordinate, so he was quite upset.

Mrs. Miller set about clearing the table.

Outside, Boyce climbed into Wendy’s car.

“Buckle up,” Wendy reminded him.

Boyce was quite upset, so he hadn’t heard Wendy’s words. Squinting, he rubbed his temples hard. His mind was still a jumbled mess.

Wendy thought he had gotten drunk, so she leaned over so she could take his seat belt off and buckle him in.

As he leaned over, Boyce suddenly realized what Wendy was saying, so he was quick to say, “I’ll do it myself.”

Wendy turned away with a smile, “Are you drunk or are you thinking about my father’s words?”.

Boyce said he was drunk.

Smiling, Wendy said, “Okay, I won’t let him drink with you in the future.” Boyce smiled, but didn’t answer.

Wendy spoke no more. Silence blanketed the car.

A moment later, the car stopped in front of Boyce’s apartment building. She pushed open the door and got out. As he was about to say goodbye to Wendy, Wendy also pushed the door and got out.

“I want to come up and visit your apartment, will you turn me down?” asked Wendy with a smile.

Wendy was really beautiful. Her family background was also good.

However, Boyce had no feelings for her. At most, he considered her a friend.

“You mean no?” Wendy could barely keep the smile off her face.

No one had ever turned her down before.

Even though she was now a divorced woman, she was still charming. Many men were after her. For her father, many men wanted to marry her.

However, she did not like them. She was only in love with Boyce.

“No way. This way, please.” Boyce stepped forward to guide her. She followed him and entered his apartment.

Normally, a single man’s residence would be pretty messy, because no one helped him clean it. However, Boyce’s apartment was quite clean. He cleaned his place when he was free. He didn’t like a messy apartment at all.

“Do you hire a maid by the hour to clean the apartment?” asked Wendy as she sat down on the couch.

Boyce poured her a glass of water, “No.”

“Who helped clean your apartment then?” Wendy smiled, “Yourself?”

Boyce said, “I’m alone, so I don’t have many belongings. No need to clean it. Have some water, please.”

Wendy took the glass of water, got up and walked to the window. The gaps between buildings and green spaces were quite large in this community. Boyce’s apartment was in a high-rise with a beautiful night view. “I like this apartment.”

Boyce said, “My friend helped me choose.”

Armand helped him choose the apartment. Indeed, it was a good location.

Wendy turned and looked at him, “Boyce, could you take me? I like you.”

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