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

out that she had attacked Ada time and time again because Ada kept telling her about the embryo that had

that could make a woman break down in

so much. There was no way

had seen her attack Ada time

how desperate she was when she

the reason why Sophia

again and again, and let her down again and again. In the end, she was completely disappointed in him.

had himself to

have discovered this recording pen and the diary long ago since he

his nose, but

a painful price

his pocket and opened it with trembling

courage to

like [I don’t love you anymore. Let’s not meet again

to pester her underground and beg him

afraid of was that after reading this last diary entry, there

life.

article left a suspense. He could fantasize about the

the only way to support

that life was like a

passed, her traces would slowly dissipate in the river