Snare of Love

Chapter 748 Others Will Think You Are Not Normal

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.

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

She placed the phone on the table, picked up the apple on the coffee table that she had half-eaten and

threw it into the trash.

She was still mumbling, “That fruit stall owner told me that the apples were sweet, but it’s not at all and

even hard. It’s not tasty at all. I won’t buy fruits at that fruit shop again. The boss is deceiving.”

Boyce looked at her and laughed, feeling that the way she was mumbling was cute and somewhat like Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

a heart-warming trifle in a family.

Jasmine was unsure and asked, “What are you laughing at?”

She was thinking that he was laughing at her for being catty.

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

“You did.” Jasmine thought to herself, ‘I’m not blind and you did obviously laugh just now, why didn’t

you admit it?’

Boyce said, “I just think you’re funny. It’s just an apple and you’re blaming the fruit shop owner 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, wrapping her arm around his neck and asked, “Whose side are you on? Why

do I think that you’re on the fruit shop owner’s side for saying this?”

Boyce asked, “Is it?”

“Yes, and I’m very sure about it.” Jasmine pouted, “Tell me, whose side are you on? Me or the fruit

shop owner?”

Boyce was speechless.

How could he be biased as he hadn’t even met the fruit shop owner before?

“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 voiceless.

“It’s legit.” Jasmine moved closer to him, “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 stopped to arouse his interest.

Boyce said, “Tell me.”

Jasmine shook her head, “No.”

Boyce replied, “Fine then.”

Jasmine was speechless.

Was she dumb or just that Boyce was? ‘At this time, shouldn’t Boyce said something like I’ll tickle you

or kiss you if you don’t say it?’

Why didn’t he say anything else?

Jasmine blinked her eyes, ‘Is this man from Mars?’

She even wondered if he was really a man.

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

Boyce frowned, “How am I abnormal?”

“You don’t look like a normal man.” Jasmine moved closer and whispered in his ear, “Others will think

you’re not a guy.”

After saying that, Jasmine quickly moved away. However, Boyce swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled

her back.

Jasmine then fell into his arms.