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.

was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he heard the contents

Ada kept

woman break down in an instant

so much. There was no way Sophia could

time and time again with his

not imagine how desperate she was when she was

that this was probably the reason why

the end, she

only had himself

intend to give them a way out. Otherwise, he felt that he would have discovered this recording pen

was clearly right under his nose, but he

painful price that could never be redeemed

took out the notebook from his pocket and opened

hadn’t found the courage to read the last entry.

[I don’t love you anymore.

she would beg him not to pester her underground and beg him to

last diary entry, there would be nothing left to look forward to for the

life.

this article left a suspense. He could fantasize about the

way to support him through the long torture.

not afraid of pain or suffering. He was only afraid that life was like a pool of stagnant water that could not stir up

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