Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 612 What’s My Style

Boyce pursed his lips tightly, he didn't know how to answer her. Although this girl was young, but she was attentive and kind, just that the fate was not treating her friendly.

Jasmine turned and looked at him, "Why are you feeling unhappy?"

It seemed like he was having something in his mind, this was the first time seeing this kind of face expression from him, ever since she knew him.

Boyce didn't answer her from the beginning to the end.

Jasmine sat properly and didn't ask him anymore, she thought that he was a human too and he would also have something bothering him, it was inappropriate for her to keep on making noise beside him. Maybe he wanted to be in silence.

They didn't talk all the way, Boyce was thinking of how to tell Jasmine about her mother's matter while Jasmine thought that he was having something in his mind.

When the car had arrived at the station, Boyce let them go inside first while he wanted to chat with Jasmine alone for a while.

They got out of the car and left, but Boyce and Jasmine didn't get out of the car.

"What do you want to tell me?" Jasmine finally felt that there was something wrong, usually he wouldn't be so hesitated to do something.

'He seemed to be unhappy today, what trouble he is having now?' She suddenly thought of something.

"Uncle?" Jasmine deliberately wanted to amuse him, she then laughed and joked, "You're so old already, but you still want to behave like a young person and be in a mood?"

Boyce looked up at her face, she was grown up in such an unfortunate family since young, but she didn't give up on her life, nor did she lose the enthusiasm for life. She had worked hard to get into a top university while taking care of her mother who was serving the prison sentence.

He stretched his arm and patted her head, he didn't have other thought, he just felt that she was so pity and he wanted to comfort her.

Jasmine was shocked, her body froze, she had never thought of him to touch her.

After all he was a serious person, he had always kept a distance with women.

'How would he...'

"You..." Jasmine was talking incoherently, "Are you okay?"

"Your mother..."

"Why?" Jasmine blinked her eyes, 'Although mum is inside the prison, but she is healthy, what thing can happen on her?'

So Jasmine didn't think of the negative side at all.

"Why don't you talk? Is it that she wants to meet me? I had just visited her a few days ago, I didn't hear of commutation as well, what happens on her?" Jasmine continued asking. "She had suffered from a sudden disease in the prison... And passed away."

Jasmine's face turned livid in a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. It was like the sudden thunder which struck someone's head on a sunny day, as well as someone pouring a pail of cold water from her head to toe. She was numbed all over the body, she was adrift and she looked at him, "What, what, what are you saying?"

Boyce repeated again, "Your mother had passed away."

"You're lying!" She suddenly interrupted him loudly, "I had just visited her a few days ago, she was fine, how could it be possible?" 'This is definitely fake, am I dreaming?'

'Yes, this must be a dream. For sure this is because mother misses me, so she had given me a dream to let me go visit her.'

'This must be the case.'

"I'll visit her tomorrow." She kept on repeating these words, she opened the door and got out of the car while saying these words. Boyce followed her and got out of the car, he grasped her arm, "Please calm down."

"How can I calm down!" She was her only loved one, but he was telling her that even her only loved one had gone already.

How could she accept this.

"You're lying to me, right?" Her eyes swelled and became red, she didn't know how to pose her limbs, the limbs were shivering continuously.

Boyce said cruelly, "No, I'm not lying to you, it's true."

Jasmine cried, then she laughed after crying, like a maniac.

"Please calm down." Boyce didn't know how to console her, so he emphasized to let her hear his voice.

Jasmine was a strong girl, but her mother was her only sustenance. Now she had really become an orphan, her only loved one had also abandoned her.

"I want to see her." She couldn't speak properly, her voice sounded hoarse.

Boyce looked at her, he was worried, "Are you okay?"

She nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll bring you there." Boyce looked at her after saying, "Do you need my help to go there?"

Jasmine shook her head.

Boyce walked in front and brought her there, he told her the situation, "It happened too sudden, she had passed away when we had not even had time to treat her. There is a report with the medical examiner, I'll bring you there later, there will be expert explaining to you."

Jasmine didn't say anything, she just followed him.

Boyce turned his head, it seemed like she was not willing to listen to these at this moment, so he didn't talk anymore. When they arrived at the place, Jasmine said, "I want to go inside by myself, please tell me the location."

"No. 203., there is a name written above it," Boyce said. Although this was pain, but she should meet her mother alone.

"I got it." Jasmine walked inside alone after saying. She passed through the corridor and the heavy door, the cold air hit her immediately. It was like entering the winter, but she didn't feel the coldness at all, she wasn't feeling cold on her body, but her heart.

Soon, she saw no. 203 and the name above it. She walked there, when she just wanted to stretch her arms and opened it, her hands stopped. At this moment, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to look at the face of the person inside.

She could still tell herself that maybe they had mistaken this if she didn't see her mother, but even her fantasy would be damaged if she did.

"Mum, you won't abandon me, right? You won't be willing to let me live alone in this world, right? You won't, even under dad's violence, you had persisted for so long for me. How will you leave so suddenly, you won't be willing to abandon me, right? It's fake, it must be fake, it's a joke by someone. It must be the case." She pulled open the mortuary refrigerator, followed by the cold mist, a familiar face appeared. Although the face had become bluish grey in colour, but she wouldn't mistake the looks.

At this moment, all her fantasies were damaged. It was true that her only loved one had abandoned her.

Suddenly, she knelt down and cried out loud, "Mum..."

Boyce could hear her cry even if he was outside, he sighed and stood beside the wall, he didn't go inside to disturb her.

"She goes inside alone?" A subordinate walked here.

Boyce hummed.

"This girl is quite brave, there are dead bodies stored in this place," that person said.

"Perhaps she has no time to think about these," Boyce said.

'She is so upset, how will she have time to fear.'

That person pondered, "It seems true."

The person also stood beside the wall, and said, "This girl is so pity."

Boyce didn't answer him, but he asked, "Do you have cigarette?"

That person nodded and took out a cigarette box from his pocket, then he shook a cigarette out from the box for him. He then took out a lighter to light the cigarette for him.

The corpses storing place was out of the way and it was very quiet here, they stood in the corridor and smoked the cigarettes silently.

"What's the relationship between you and her, are you really in a relationship with her? It seems like she's not your style," that person said suddenly.

Those who worked with Boyce should know his personality, he was really virtuous, but he had a pedantic mind.

Boyce looked up and asked, "What's my style?”

"Maybe you like someone who is about the same age with you, for sure you feel that there will be people gossiping about you if you stay with a girl who is too young. We've worked together for a long time, I know you." That person put his hand on Boyce's shoulder while talking, "It's modern time, don't be fuddy-duddy, the age is not a problem at all. There are so many May-December romances now, some more your case is not counted as May-December romance, you're just about ten years older than her, this is really not a problem..."

"Are you so free?" Boyce interrupted him suddenly, "She just lost her loved one, do you think it's appropriate to talk about these?"

That person neglected, he gave a mild cough to disguise his awkwardness, "Sorry, I'll go first as I still have things to do."

He wanted to go away after telling the excuse, but the cry from inside suddenly stopped at this time. The person who had just walked away for a few steps, turned and looked at Boyce, asking, "Why is there no sound anymore?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐