Chapter 748: Chapter 748



Officer Miller’s voice was much huskier.

“I found out inadvertently a little while ago,” Boyce said with reservations.

He couldn’t tell Officer Miller that Matthew had hit on him.

Officer Miller let out a sullen sigh, “I’ve lived a life of failure.” His daughter was not well educated.

She had even lost face in front of her subordinates at retirement age.

Boyce said nothing.

There was nothing to say.

Wendy and her mother were the same type of person. It wouldn’t be easy for anyone to be stumped by the two of them, let alone Officer Miller, who wanted to maintain his image.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you knew?” Officer Miller turned around to look at him.

Boyce said, “I know you want to maintain your image and I didn’t want you to bother with this.”

“Hmm.” Officer Miller walked over to the seat and sat down, “I still have your respect?”

“Yes…”

“Knock it off.” Officer Miller interrupted him pondering for a moment, “I’m getting old, reaching my retirement age and I’m planning to retire early.”

“Why?” Boyce didn’t understand. Officer Miller really liked the job.

Officer Miller didn’t elaborate, “I’m tired and want to rest.”

“…”

“Okay, get back to work.” Officer Miller felt embarrassed when confronted by Boyce.

He hadn’t expected his daughter to have that personality either. 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 only would have figured it out if he had had more time to take care of his family and his daughter to educate her.

Boyce knew Officer Miller had his thoughts, so he didn’t comment much and just said, “I’ll be going then.”

He opened the door.

“Boyce, thank you for not saying so.” Said Officer Miller just as Boyce was about to leave.

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

He understood.

Boyce said, “It’s nothing.”

He wouldn’t say anything either, even though his relationship with Officer Miller was 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 he left work.

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

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

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

Boyce reached over slightly, picked up the book from the floor, picked up the remote control from the table and turned off the TV.

Jasmine woke up when the sound suddenly went off. She slowly opened her eyes and, in a blur, saw a figure. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and reached for her phone to see what time it was.

“When did you get back?” he asked.

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

Jasmine found her phone and looked at the time, “It’s really late.”

She placed the phone on the table, picked up the apple from the small table that she had half-eaten and threw it in the trash.

He kept mumbling, “The owner of the fruit stand told me the apples were sweet, but they’re not sweet at all and they’re even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I will never buy fruit from that fruit stall again. The boss is deceitful.

Boyce looked at her and laughed, feeling that the way she mumbled was cute and something of a trifle in a family.

Jasmine wasn’t sure and asked, “What are you laughing at?” She thought he was laughing at her for being catty.

Boyce shook his head, “I’m not laughing.”

“You are.” Jasmine thought to herself, “I’m not blind and you clearly laughed just now, why didn’t you admit it?”.

Boyce said, “I just think it’s funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the owner of the fruit store just because it’s not good. What if the one you picked is the only one that’s not good?”

It seemed to make sense, but not really.

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

Boyce asked, “Are you?”

“Yes, and I’m pretty sure I am.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on – mine or the greengrocer’s?”

Boyce was speechless.

How could she be biased when she hadn’t even met the greengrocer’s owner?

“I’m on your side.” Boyce put his arm around her waist.

Jasmine said, “Then prove it to me.”

Boyce asked solemnly, “How do I prove it?”

Jasmine lifted her chin, “Kiss me.” Boyce was speechless.

“It’s legit.” Jasmine leaned closer to him, “The others will laugh at you if they see you like this.”

“Laugh at me for what?”

“Laugh at you for…forget it. I won’t say it.” Jasmine deliberately paused to pique his interest.

Boyce said, “Tell me.”

Jasmine shook her head, “No.”

Boyce replied, “Good then.” Jasmine was speechless.

Was she dumb or was it just Boyce? ‘At this point, shouldn’t Boyce have said something like I’ll tickle you or kiss you if you don’t say so? Why didn’t he say anything else?

Jasmine blinked, is this man from Mars?

She even wondered if he was really a man.

“Boyce, the others will think you’re not normal if you act like this,” Jasmine said seriously.

Boyce frowned, “How am I going to be abnormal?”

“You don’t look like a normal man.” Jasmine leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “The others will think you’re not a man.”

After saying that, Jasmine quickly walked away. However, Boyce quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Jasmine then fell into his arms.

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