Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 354

It was a recording pen.

This was not the first time Jason had seen this thing.

He still remembered that day in this room when Sophia stabbed Ada with a knife and he bumped into her.

At that time, he mistakenly thought that Sophia could not tolerate the fetus in Ada’s stomach, so she attacked her.

After giving her a hard time, he left her alone in the suite.

Later on, he couldn’t control his heart and came to look for her eagerly. He happened to see her sitting by the bed in a daze with this recording pen in her hand.

At that time, he wanted to take a look, but he was distracted by her words and forgot about it.

Now that he saw it again, he had a vague guess.

He thought, ‘Could that woman have recorded some important conversation?‘

If that was really the case, then other than slapping himself in the face, there was only regret.

He had missed the diary and now he had missed the recording pen. He felt that Sophia and him were really not fated.

If he had discovered it in advance, he would not have been kept in the dark for so long.

After sitting on the floor, he turned on the recorder with trembling hands.

prepared, he was still shocked when

because Ada kept telling her

a woman break down in an instant was undoubtedly her

had provoked her so much. There was no

her attack Ada time and time again

how desperate she was when she was

was probably the reason why Sophia

end, she was completely disappointed in him. She would rather keep it in her

himself

he felt that he would have discovered this recording pen and the diary long ago

under his nose, but he

painful price that could

notebook from his pocket and

he hadn’t found the courage to read the last

like [I don’t love you anymore. Let’s not meet again in the next life. I hate

not to pester her underground and beg him to

was most afraid of was that after reading this last diary entry, there would be nothing left to look forward to for the rest of his

life.

article left a suspense. He could

the only way to support

of pain or suffering. He was only afraid that life was like a pool of stagnant water

her traces would slowly dissipate in the river of time, never to be found again.