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.

he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when

kept telling her about the embryo that

woman break down in an

There was no way

Ada time and time again with his

she was

the reason why Sophia was so

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

had himself to blame.

give them a way out. Otherwise, he felt that he would have discovered this recording pen and the diary long ago since he spent

clearly right under his nose, but he had forcefully missed it.

opportunity was a painful price that could never be redeemed

from his

the courage to read

was afraid that she would write things like [I don’t love you

even more afraid that she would beg him not to pester her underground and

was that after reading this last diary entry, there would be nothing left to

life.

left a suspense. He could fantasize about the

to support him through

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

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