Unforgettable love - Chapter 709

Chapter 709:.

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Mrs. Miller flew into a rage, as if she was capable of running up to Boyce in the next second and punching him.

Officer Miller felt a headache as he took a look at Mrs. Miller, who was behaving like a harpy.

He said to her in a gravelly voice, “That’s enough! Let’s hear what Boyce wants to say.”

Boyce didn’t beat around the bush and said directly, “I’ve discovered that I don’t like Wendy, so…”

“Boyce, what do you mean you don’t like Wendy? You promised to be with my daughter and now you tell us you don’t like her,” Mrs. Miller fumed with rage and tugging Boyce’s arm she said, “Why do you take my daughter, what gives you the right to leave her the way you want? Boyce, don’t forget, if it weren’t for Wendy’s father, you would be nothing.”

Officer Miller pressed his eyebrows tightly together with his fingers. He felt embarrassed by his wife’s behavior.

“He got his success because of his skills!” Officer Miller pulled his wife away from Boyce, “Go to the bedroom. You don’t have to be here.”

Mrs. Miller raised her head and glanced at her husband. Suddenly she shouted loudly, “Are you crazy? Wendy is your daughter. How is it that you favor a stranger over your daughter? Boyce is leaving your daughter, do you still want to favor a person who is leaving your daughter?”

“Shut up!” Officer Miller felt embarrassed.

However, Mrs. Miller didn’t care, and thought it was Boyce who owed them an apology. She also thought it was her husband’s help that Boyce was able to become the assistant principal at such a young age.

“Boyce, let me tell you, don’t imagine that you can give up my daughter easily. You have to be responsible for my daughter, since you promised us. You want to break up with Wendy, and that’s not going to work!”. Mrs. Miller pointed at Boyce and rebuked him without thinking about his image.

Officer Miller felt like his brain was going to explode and addressed Boyce, “Let’s stop here today, and you go home first. Everyone is too aggressive now and can’t talk. We’ll talk about this properly when we both calm down and sit down together.”

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Boyce wanted to make it clear, but he couldn’t say any more when he saw Mrs. Miller, who was looking at him mercilessly. He could only nod, “I’m sorry, Officer Miller.”

Boyce felt sorry for Officer Miller from the bottom of his heart.

The officer waved his hand and would not listen to Boyce.

“I’ll go out with you. We should talk between the two of us since it’s our business. I don’t want my parents to be sad and upset about my business,” Wendy got up and walked over to Boyce and said, “Come on.”

“Wendy, you can’t be soft-hearted. He’s the one who promised you, so he can’t go back on his word,” Mrs. Miller was worried that her daughter would agree to break up with Boyce in a moment of madness.

Where would Wendy find such a suitable person after breaking up with Boyce, thought Mrs. Miller.

Wendy replied, “I can mind my own business.”

After that, Wendy led Boyce out of the house and down the stairs.

Wendy blurted out, “Are you happy after stirring up a storm in my family?”

She clenched her hands tightly. Was she suddenly sober? She knew Boyce didn’t like her from the beginning, but she was confident she could let Boyce fall in love with her.

Boyce said, “Sorry about that.”

Wendy suddenly growled at him, “I don’t need your apology.”

A neighbor walked past them, looked at them, and asked, “Why, did you two have a fight?”

Wendy immediately adjusted her appearance and locked her arms around Boyce’s. She smiled and explained to the neighbor, “No, we were just playing.”

The neighbor laughed and said, “You young people like to play. I heard your mother say you are in love, when are you going to get married?”.

Wendy glanced at Boyce and said, “At the moment, we’re not thinking about it.”

“You’re not young anymore, hurry up and get married and have a baby. I’ll go first. I have to go pick up my son after school. Bye.”

Wendy waved to the neighbor. She thought they weren’t talking in the right place. She pulled Boyce to get out of the development and found a place with fewer people.

“Boyce, you have to give me a reason if you want to break up with me. You have seen that my neighbors have known that we are in love now. How are people going to give me if they know we are breaking up?” Wendy stood still and looked at Boyce, “I guess you’re not an irresponsible person, are you?”

Boyce took a hard stance, “You can ask me for whatever compensation you think I should do for you.”

“And if I don’t agree to that?” said Wendy firmly.

Boyce frowned, “Don’t do that.”

Wendy snorted, “What have I done? You’re the one who wants to leave me now – don’t I have the right to refuse to break it off?”

“Wendy, for Officer Miller’s sake, there are some things I don’t want to say clearly. I want us to get to know each other and part ways happily instead of making us both feel unpleasant.” Boyce gave an icy look, as if frost was covering his face.

Wendy was stunned for a moment, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing. I want to break up with you. I don’t like you and we won’t have any future together,” Boyce didn’t want to unmask her. For Officer Miller’s sake, Boyce wanted to maintain Officer Miller’s dignity.

After all, Officer Miller had nothing to say to him.

He wasn’t an ungrateful person and didn’t want things to be embarrassing.

Wendy felt a little anxious. She had erased her past affairs and thought, Boyce must not have known about anything.

“Are you going to besmirch my name after breaking up with me?” Wendy still didn’t think Boyce knew the real reason for their divorce.

Boyce’s expression and gaze were icy, “I’ll give you a day at most to think it over. Let’s break up peacefully and not do things shamefully.

Otherwise, it won’t be good for anyone. Officer Miller is a person I respect. I don’t want to embarrass him.”

After saying that, Boyce turned around and walked toward the car that was parked on the shoulder.

Wendy clenched her hands into fists and shook with rage. She growled in a deep voice, “Boyce!”.

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