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 when he heard the

that she had attacked Ada time and time again because Ada kept telling her about the

down in an instant

much. There was no way

seen her attack Ada time

how desperate she was when she

the reason why Sophia

In the end, she was completely disappointed in him. She would rather keep it

himself to blame.

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

clearly right under his nose, but he

the price of this missed opportunity was a painful price that could never

the notebook from his pocket and opened it with trembling

courage to read the last entry.

love you anymore. Let’s not meet

she would beg him not to pester her underground and beg him to let her

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

life.

a suspense. He could fantasize about the

was the only way to support

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

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