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.

still shocked

because Ada kept telling her about the embryo that

thing that could make a woman break down in an instant was undoubtedly her

had provoked her so much. There was

time and time again with his own

could not imagine how desperate she was

probably the reason why Sophia was so determined to

and again. In the end, she was completely disappointed in him. She would

only had himself to blame.

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

was clearly right under his nose, but he had forcefully

opportunity was a painful price that could never be redeemed

from his pocket

now, he hadn’t found the courage

that she would write things like [I don’t love you anymore. Let’s not meet again

she would beg him not to pester

diary entry, there

life.

suspense. He could fantasize about the content every day.

support him

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

would slowly dissipate in the river of