Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 81

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Sophia and Ada were like night and day. If Jason wanted Sophia to beg, he’d squeeze someone she cared about. But Ada? She’d crumple at the first sign of pressure, all dignity out the window. Compared to Sophia, she just wasn’t in the same league.

“Jason, please,” Ada choked out, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I know I messed up. Don’t shut me out.”

Seeing her fragile state, Jason wavered. He reached out and wiped away a stray tear, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the private room. Was he really letting this happen? Last time, Oliver swooped in and stopped George’s rampage. This time, Oliver was supposedly celebrating Roger’s birthday abroad. Who was going to rescue her now? Could he stand by and watch her get mauled by some old perv? If something happened here, they were definitely done. The thought of completely cutting ties with her twisted something in his gut. He wouldn’t admit he cared, but four years of marriage left a mark.

Ada sensed his hesitation, her eyes darting towards the private room as well. She couldn’t let him back in, not after all this. “Jason, could

you.”

was cut short by his phone buzzing. He pulled it out – his mom. Great timing. Dealing with Ada’s tears wasn’t exactly high on his list. He put it on

mind racing. This could ruin everything. Once awake, her tricks on Sophia were over, maybe even jail

time.

This call was a godsend. He needed an excuse to pull her away from

Ada’s eyes. This man cared more about that “slut” than she ever imagined. Blinded by arrogance, refusing to admit it. But when he finally realized Sophia’s importance, it would be too late. Five years of planning, all for nothing if she didn’t get what she wanted. No, she wouldn’t let it

smile played on her lips. Jason wanted to play hero? Save his precious Sophia and then head to the mansion? Fine, she’d play the villain again. Time to take out

off, and soon after, the Lust PR manager found himself facing Ada

by that perfumer was colorless and odorless, perfectly Ada swirled the vial in her hand, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. The potion concocted by counteracting the medicine the old lady was currently taking. As long as a little bit got on her,

she asked, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness.

to you, Miss

Ada purred, her eyes glinting with malice.

fear crossed the manager’s face. “Miss Ada, are