Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 600 So You Like The Younger One

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 sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. Seeing them enter, he put down
the paper.

Boyce came over while Jasmine just followed him.

"Boyce, you guys sit down for a while. Lunch will be ready later." Wendy said with a smile.

Boyce nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wendy joked, "Since you think I worked hard, why don't you do it for me?"

"Don't mind me for being stupid!" Boyce stood up and really wanted to help. Wendy hurriedly waved
her hand, "I'm just kidding. Yet you take it seriously. "

"You guys sit down." After saying that, she turned around and went into the kitchen.

Mrs. Miller stood aside, looked at Jasmine, felt upset, and also turned around and went into the kitchen.
She wanted to set up Boyce and her daughter together, but he brought a girlfriend instead. Of course,
she was not happy about it.

Seeing that her daughter was still cutting vegetables, she came over and grabbed the kitchen knife
from her hand, "You go outside to accompany the guests. I can do it alone here."

"There are no outsiders. Dad is here." Wendy did not understand her mother's intention.

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



Her mother stood aside and sighed, "When your father asked you to marry Boyce, you did not. Look at
him now, he is already the deputy officer, and there is no other woman around him these years ..."

"Mom." Wendy did not want to listen to her mother's nagging, "Let bygones be bygones. Don't say it
again, okay?"

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

"Alas." Mrs. Miller sighed again and came over to help her daughter, "I don't know when he had a
girlfriend."

Wendy didn't say anything. The oil in the pot was hot. She put the chopped ginger in the pot and stir-
fried it over low heat to get the fragrance, then put the peppercorn and aromatic leaves, and finally
poured the chopped chicken into the pot.

With a prickly sound, the fragrance of the condiments came out at once.

"It's your dad who made Boyce what he is today." The more Mrs. Miller thought about it, the more
unpleasant she was, "That girl looks too young, and she doesn't match Boyce at all."

"Hey, mom, what exactly do you want to say?" Wendy looked at her mother helplessly, "Boyce is dull.
We should be happy that he found a girlfriend. Look at you, why do you look unhappy?"

"It should be you who sit next to him. Don't you ever regret it?" Mrs. Miller felt that her daughter was too
heartless.

She was blind and chose the wrong person at the beginning. Now that she saw Boyce had a girlfriend,
she didn't even react at all.

"What's the use of regretting? He and I have already missed out." Wendy pursed her lips, "Will you just
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. And you are still young and have no children. It is not difficult for you to find a good man.
It's not like Boyce is the only person in the world."

Wendy pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Mrs. Miller turned to walk out and Wendy called out to her, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to get them a glass of water." Mrs. Miller said.

"I'll go. You watch the dishes in the pot." Wendy put down the spatula in her hand.

Mrs. Song felt that their young people had more to say, so she walked in, took the dishes her daughter
had stir-fried, and asked, "Did you put all the spices in it?"

"Yes, all of them." Wendy washed her hands, took out a water glass and poured three cups of fresh
juice and brought them out, then placed them in front of each other. She put the empty tray on the table
and sat down on the single sofa next to Jasmine, "You look young, I guess you're younger than
Boyce?"

Jasmine said, "Yes."

"What place do you work at?" Wendy plucked a grape from the fruit plate and put it in her mouth.

Jasmine didn't hide it, nor did she feel anything wrong, and replied, "I'm a freshman."

Wendy froze for a moment. She felt Jasmine was young but didn't expect that she was still a college
student. She turned her attention to Boyce and said with a smile, "You like such young girls? I used to
think you didn't like women."

Boyce smiled awkwardly, "I'm a normal person too."



Wendy nodded, "Yes, too. You're not a monk with no feelings or desires."

She thought he was too boring, unromantic, and uninteresting. After she had been married once, she
realized that such a man was more reliable. This kind of character was more dependable than those
men who could only talk sweetly.

Mrs. Miller asked her if she didn't regret it. How could she not regret it?

She regretted. What she used to think was a disadvantage was now an advantage.

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

Boyce glanced at Jasmine and said, "Jasmine."

Jasmine didn't say anything and sat very quietly.

"Let's all get on the table. The food is ready." Mrs. Miller stood in the doorway of the dining room and
smiled.

Officer Miller stood up first and said, "Okay. Let's talk while we eat."

Everyone got up from the sofa and headed to the restaurant, and Boyce held Jasmine's waist. He was
afraid she would be uncomfortable in an unfamiliar environment, so he took care of her feelings.

Jasmine tilted her head to look at him, and the corners of her lips curled up in a gentle smile.

Although he was very dull, his occasional hint of thoughtfulness would make her very warm and
reassuring.

Wendy took a look at them and silently withdrew her eyes.



This man should have belonged to her before, this tenderness should also belong to her, but now it
belongs 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 as a stranger,
"Make yourself at home."

Jasmine smiled and said yes.

Officer Miller asked his daughter to get a bottle of wine, "Drink with me?"

Boyce said, "I drove here. I'll drink with you next time."

"Have a drink with my dad. I'll drive you back." Wendy poured Boyce a drink and deliberately lowered
her body and whispered in his ear, "He's not happy that I got divorced. You just have a drink with him."

She leaned too close to Boyce, looking ambiguous, and 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 detachment made her a
little uncomfortable for a while, or she was disappointed and felt uncomfortable with his coldness
towards her. She quickly adjusted her emotions back to natural, as if nothing had happened, and
looked at Jasmine with a smile, "Can you drink?"

Jasmine saw her behavior just 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." After that, she smiled again and said to Boyce, "You also drink less.
You have to take me back to school this afternoon."

"I can drive you." Before Boyce could say anything, Wendy replied.



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

She couldn't see that Wendy was intentionally approaching Boyce, and was deliberately having an
affair with Boyce in front of her. She was definitely up to no good.

If the one who came today was really Boyce's girlfriend, she would definitely misunderstand.

The good thing was that she was not really Boyce's girlfriend, and she was able to look at this matter
with a clear mind as a bystander.

She could truly understand that it was not Boyce's fault and that this woman was deliberately
approaching him and deliberately trying to make a misunderstanding.

If she was really blessing Boyce, she should have kept her distance from him knowing that he had a
girlfriend, rather than intentionally approaching him.

Officer Miller gave a cheerful laugh, "Then we won't drink today. I'll drink more at your wedding banquet
some other day."

Wendy put the wine bottle down and poured herself a glass. Then she said, "There are many men and
women who fall in love and break up. Some people have different personalities, some people have
different habits, and some people are because of the age gap. No one knows what will happen until the
last moment."

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

"I'm happy to have Boyce over for lunch today. What the hell are you talking about? I know you are in a
bad mood, but don't affect others. If you're not hungry, don't eat yet, and go inside for a while." Officer



Miller reprimanded his daughter in a deep voice, "You're spoiling the mood."

"Dad, I'm your daughter, right? Why are you kicking me out?" Wendy bit her lip, "Forget it. I won't eat."

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

"We don't care. You just sit down and eat." Boyce felt uncomfortable in his heart but did not show it. For
Officer Miller's sake, he couldn't say anything.

Officer Miller didn’t look well, "Sit down."

"I was in a bad mood after the divorce and said the wrong thing. Just forget about it. Boyce isn't even
mad at me. How come you're angry?"

Officer Miller broke her hand, "Don't try and deny it. Today it's Boyce, but if it’s anyone else, they would
definitely be unhappy."

"I know. There is no next time." Wendy sat back down and looked at Boyce with a smile, "You don't
care, do you?"


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