Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 37

“Let’s end the treatment here for today. Put a nightgown on her,” said Oliver.

Amanda nodded, gently removing the needles from Sophia’s chest. She then fetched a men’s nightshirt from the shelf and dressed Sophia. As the left, she looked back at the indifferent back by the window and hesitated before saying, “Mr. Clark, she’s quite pitiable. Be kind to her, will you?”

Oliver sincered. Kindness wasn’t something he afforded to the Wilson family. If Jason’s heart wasn’t with Sophia, then all was well. But if she was indeed Jason’s weak spot, Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to make Jason’s life a living hell using Sophia.

“Amanda, you’re overstepping.” he said coolly.

With a helpless smile, Amanda respectfully withdrew.

The room fell silent. Oliver turned and walked to the bedside, looking down at the gaunt–faced woman lying there. For some reason, she seemed familiar, as though he’d seen her somewhere before. He admitted Sophia was pitiable; entrapped by a jerk like Jason and desperately in love, she was destined to live in turmoil.

stop them?” The voice of a bodyguard came from outside, interrupting

seriously. Just pretend to stop them and that’ll do,” he said before gently touching

llew open as Jason barged in, fury written all over his face. “Hands off

“What if I don’t! Are you planning to divorce her and let us be?” he teased with a raised eyebrow. He deliberately laced his words with ambiguity, hinting at Sophia’s betrayal in every word.

in a man’s nightshirt, looking all worn out as if she’d been

clenched his fists in suppressed rage. “Mr. Clark, it seems your taste is quite average. She’s a worn–out plaything I’ve toyed with for four years, and yet you’re all too keen to keep her

nose. “Well, I’ve found the experience to be quite satisfactory.”

of marriage, he’d never contemplated storming into another man’s house to

you just let

dodged with a slight lean to the side and smiled. “Since you already have a mistress and an illegitimate child outside, why don’t you j your wife

throw another punch, but he thought of something and held back. His gaze swept over Sophia’s pallid face, and he sneered. “She indeed means little to me, if you want her, I might consider giving her to

worth in return”

wrench as she listened to the cold–hearted exchange between the two men. The pain was so intense it spread through her