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 when he heard the contents

because Ada kept telling her

make a woman break down in an instant was undoubtedly her

provoked her so much. There was no way Sophia could bear it.

Ada time and time again with his own

how desperate she was when

this was probably the reason why

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

had himself to

he would have discovered this recording pen and the

under his nose, but he had

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

out the notebook from his pocket

now, he hadn’t found the courage to

you anymore. Let’s not meet again in the next life. I hate you.]

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

this last diary entry, there would be nothing left to look forward to for the rest

life.

left a suspense. He could fantasize about the content every day.

was the only way to support

afraid that life was like a pool of

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