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 still shocked

Ada kept telling her about the

could make a woman break down in

much. There was no way Sophia could bear

her attack Ada time and time again with his own

could not imagine how desperate she was when she

probably the reason why Sophia was so determined to die.

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

himself

God really didn’t intend to give them a way out. Otherwise, he felt that he would have discovered this recording pen and the diary

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

price of this missed opportunity was a painful price that could never be redeemed in a

slowly took out the notebook from his

hadn’t found the courage to read the

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

that she would beg him not to pester her

that after reading this 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 content every day.

way to support him through the long

was only afraid that life was like a pool of stagnant

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