Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 620 Goodbye, Forever

Officer Miller told Boyce to sit, "Tell me, who did you offend?"

Boyce took a seat and said, "I'm guessing it's Declan Bailey."

That confused the elderly man, 'Declan Bailey?'

He had never heard of such a person before.

Boyce explained that it was Declan Bailey from the Bailey family of City B.

Only then did Officer Miller understood the situation better, "You offended Old Mr. Bailey's youngest son? The one he spoils without any bottom line? The rebellious one?"

"Yeah." Boyce lowered his gaze.

"You're not a troublemaker, so how could that happen?" Officer Miller knew Boyce well. Boyce was not a competitive person, and he did not have any contact with Declan due to work. Also, Declan wasn't a public official, so there wouldn't be any conflict of interest between the two. It must've been for a personal reason.

Boyce did not hide the truth from Officer Miller either, "Remember the incident at the temple the other time? He captured my friend's girlfriend. I'm investigating him for that. He probably found out and tried to frame me for bribery."

Officer Miller felt dejected. Old Mr. Bailey had a well-established reputation and network, and he helped many capable individuals in their careers. It wasn't difficult for him to crush someone.

"I'm fine. I can just quit this job," Boyce said casually.

Surely, he had his regrets, but if he couldn't continue working, he would accept reality too.

His words made Officer Miller widened his eyes. He couldn't agree to what Boyce just said, "Do you remember what you said when you came under my wing? How dare you say you won't work this job anymore?"

Boyce wouldn't want to quit too, but it was a serious matter to get investigated by the supervision department.

Officer Miller was silent for a moment before he assured Boyce, "I'll replace someone to help."

"You don't need to spend too much time on me." Boyce did not want to trouble Officer Miller.

This made the elderly man upset, as he felt that Boyce wasn't serious about his future. He couldn't help but lectured him sternly, "What are you talking about? How could you not care about your career? Where have your previous ambitions gone to?"

Boyce looked down, staying silent. It had always been his biggest wish to contribute to society and to make his existence purposeful. This wasn't what he wanted at all, but since it happened, he can only be prepared for the worst.

He wasn't going to tell anyone about this, especially not Matthew. He was preparing for his wedding now, and Boyce wouldn't want to trouble him during this period.

"No matter what, we must do all we can to prove that you're innocent and solve this case. Don't show your pessimism in front of me ever again, you got it?"

Officer Miller was serious.

Boyce felt sorry for disappointing Officer Miller, who had so much trust in him, and cultivated him all along.

Officer Miller suddenly stood up and grabbed his hat, "I'm going to replace out more about this case."

Boyce didn't know what to say. Officer Miller was like a father to him.

"Thanks." This one word was not enough to express all of Boyce's feelings, but it seemed to be the only thing he could say now.

Officer Miller patted him on the shoulder, "Cheer up. We don't need to be afraid of all these made-up stories. And what are you thanking me for?"

A smile appeared on Boyce's face, "I'm grateful for your trust and cultivation, but I don't know how to repay you for everything you've done."

"Being diligent in your work is the best gift for me." Then, Officer Miller left the office.

Boyce sucked in a deep breath, following behind Officer Miller and went out of the office. He entered his own office, and saw the file of Jasmine's mother on his desk. He picked it up and sent it back to the achieves room. On his way back, he ran into one of his subordinates.

"Boyce, I have your letter here."

"What letter?"

"It's on my desk, let me get it for you." The man quickly went back to his desk and passed the letter to Boyce, "Ms. Burke told me to pass it to you."

Upon hearing her name, Boyce's heart raced for a moment.

When Boyce took the letter, he asked, "When did she send it over?"

"Yesterday."

Boyce frowned, "Yesterday?"

"Yeah, yesterday. She came to look for you but you weren't around. I gave her your address, but I guess she didn't meet you, so she got me to pass this letter to you."

Boyce got the story, held the letter in his hand and went back to his office. He closed the door behind him, then sat down by his desk. He stared at the letter for a moment and did not open it right away. It was kept in a pink envelope.

Instead, he wondered what Jasmine would have written to him.

After a while, he slowly tore the envelope open.

Lines of sentences written with black ink came into his sight. She had neat handwriting. Rather than starting the letter formally, she went straight for the content.

I wanted to say goodbye to you in person initially but I couldn't replace you. I guess we're not really fated to meet.

It's just like our age. You already have a career of your own while I'm still a university student. There's too much of a gap between us.

I actually quite liked you, perhaps it's because I lack fatherly love. I like men who are mature and stable, and you're a man like that. But I know we can't be together. You need a wife who can help you in your career, and I'll never be someone of such.

I'm leaving. I plan to leave City B and not return anymore. We probably won't have a chance to meet again.

Thank you so much for taking care of me all this while. I'm truly grateful for you.

By the way, hurry up and replace a partner, otherwise, you'll really be old and alone.

When you replace a woman you like, you must be brave enough to chase after her, okay? You're too reserved. Don't miss the woman of your life just because of that.

Lastly, I'd like to wish you happiness. Stay happy always.

Goodbye, forever.

From 'Jasmine Burke'.

Boyce lowered his gaze, not showing any emotions on his face. One couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment after reading the letter.

He folded the letter, put it back into the envelope then onto his desk. Pulling out his phone, he dialed her number, but it wasn't in use anymore. Before Jasmine left City B, she canceled her mobile phone contract which she had signed here. She really did make up her mind to leave. Boyce went back to his contact list and called Armand.

Right now, Armand was giving Mrs. Leslie a massage. Although she had regained her speech ability, it was unlikely for her to be able to walk again as she was already old.

Mrs. Leslie didn't want to leave this world yet. She hadn't seen her only grandson get married.

"When are you going to bring Theresa back?" Mrs. Leslie asked. She still liked Theresa the most.

"You were at fault the last time. Apologize, or kneel before her if that's what it takes for her to come back." Mrs. Leslie was determined.

Armand replied, "I know.'

"Sigh, I was going to have a great-grandson. My biggest wish in life is to see you and Theresa reconcile, then give birth to your own children. Then, I'll have no regrets and can rest in peace when I die." "You're going to live till a hundred years old." Armand held his grandmother's hand tightly, "Don't worry, I'll definitely get Theresa back then give birth to tons of grandchildren for you. You need to take care of my children next time, so you must take good care of yourself now."

Mrs. Leslie smiled. At this time, Armand's phone rang. He took it out. It showed Boyce was the caller.

Armand answered the call, "Boyce?"

"Are you free now? Come out for a drink with me."

Armand sensed that Boyce seemed to be in low spirits, "What's wrong?"

"If you have time, come and drink with me. Don't ask so much."

Armand took his phone away from his ear to take a look at the caller ID again. 'It is Boyce Shawn. What the hell is wrong with him?'

'What's he so mad for?'

"I'm free. Where are you?" Armand asked.

"I'll wait for you at the bar we usually hang out at."

"Okay." Then, Armand hung up and looked at Mrs. Leslie, "It's Boyce. He sounded upset and called me out to have some drinks with him."

Mrs. Leslie sighed, "He doesn't have a girlfriend too?"

"Yeah."

"Sigh, all of you give us headaches. How could you guys not be married yet at this age?"

Armand patted his grandmother's hand, "Don't worry about it. I'll be leaving now."

Mrs. Leslie waved her hand, "Just go. Don't drink too much, and tell Boyce that too. Alcohol isn't good for the body."

"I know that. You have a good rest at home." Armand took his car keys and told the servant, "Take good care of my grandma."

The servant replied, "I will."

After Armand left home, he drove in the direction of the bar they usually frequent.

When he arrived, Boyce had already started drinking. He walked over to Boyce's side.

Picking up a bottle, Armand then filled up the empty glass in front of him while asking Boyce, "You got something on your mind?"

Boyce said it was nothing, "I'm just in a bad mood."

Armand took a sip of wine, obviously not believing Boyce's words, "You're not one to drink just because you're in a bad mood. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Boyce filled up his glass again and looked at Armand, "Just drink. What's with all that nonsense?"

"Pfft." Armand chuckled. 'There's nothing on his mind? Just listen to that tone.'

"You fought with your girlfriend?" Armand continued to ask.

Slowly, Boyce turned his head to look at Armand and spoke in a cold tone.00000