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 he heard

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

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

much. There was

Jason had seen her attack Ada time and

not imagine how desperate she was when she was wronged.

the reason why Sophia

again. In the end, she was

had himself to blame.

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

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

painful price that could never be redeemed in a

his pocket and opened

the courage to read the last

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

him not to pester her underground and beg him to let her go.

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

life.

left a suspense. He could fantasize about the content

support

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

in the river