Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 66

A furrow dug into Jason’s brow. Had she truly spent the entire afternoon kneeling in the yard? This sudden, unquestioning obedience was a new development in his wife. He’d commanded her before to stay by his side, but those orders had fallen on deaf ears. Same with Oliver, that bastard–his warnings to stay away had been ignored. Even Ada and her baby were off–limits according to him, yet she had tried to kill them in broad daylight. Now, a casual instruction to kneel, and there she was, like a supplicant. It was unsettling.

“Jason, my stomach hurts,” Ada’s weak voice whined from inside ti

the car, snapping him out of his internal rant

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then scooped Ada up and carried her into the house. As he passed Sophia, a near–lifeless figure in the snow, Ada couldn’t help but smirk. I will turn your life into a living hell, Sophia.”

Jason paused, his frown deepening at Sophia’s pale, almost translucent face. “Stop playing dead. Get up and get a room ready for Ada. She’s staying awhile.”

flopped to the ground. His expression changed in an instant. He dumped

‘Seriously? He’s freaking out over that trash? Time to up my game and ditch this pest. Jason sees through this, I’m toast. Her gaze fell to her flat stomach,

busy with his wife. Maybe you shouldn’t stay. Should I take you back to the hospital?” Aaron’s

slapped him

you, a servant, to tell me what to do now? Carry me to the living room.”

teeth. Swallowing his anger, he scooped her up and trudged towards the living room. “Mr. Wilson must be oblivious, he thought, bitterness lacing his mind. To choose a viper he coddles over

the master bedroom, Sophia lay motionless on the bed. The warmth slowly chased away the cold in her body, but the real chill had crept deeper, draining her life force, a damage no medicine

at the closed door, whispering, “Madam, your body can’t take much more. The pregnancy medication helps, but there are still signs of miscarriage. Why not

and raspy, held no trace of sorrow or pain. Kneeling in the snow had sucked all the emotion out of her,

just came

her,” Sophia finished the sentence. “See? He’s always there for his first love. Telling him about the baby now would just be…