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.

shocked

because Ada kept telling her about the embryo that had died tragically on the operating

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

so much. There was no way Sophia could

had seen her attack Ada time and time again

she was when she was wronged.

this was probably the reason why Sophia

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

himself to blame.

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

truth was clearly right under his nose, but he had forcefully missed

was a painful

slowly took out the notebook from his pocket

hadn’t found the courage

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

afraid that she would beg him not to pester her underground

that after reading this last diary entry,

life.

He could fantasize

only way to support him

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

traces would slowly dissipate in the river of time, never to be