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.

was still shocked when he heard the contents of

attacked Ada time and time again because Ada kept telling her about the embryo

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

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

Jason had seen her attack Ada time and time again with his

imagine how desperate she was

was probably the reason why Sophia was so determined

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

had himself to blame.

that he would have discovered this recording pen and the diary long ago since he spent so much

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

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

out the notebook from his pocket and opened it with trembling hands.

he hadn’t found the courage to read the last

things like [I don’t love you anymore. Let’s not meet again in

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

afraid of was that after reading this last diary entry, there would be nothing left to look forward

life.

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

support him through

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

time passed, her traces would slowly dissipate in the river of time,