Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 422

Sophia was trapped in the hotel and didn’t have anything to cover her scar, so she couldn’t hide the scar from the knife wound on her left chest.

If Jason lifted Sophia’s top, he would see the ugly scar. He had already suspected her, and now he only lacked evidence. Once he got confirmation, no matter how glib Sophia was, she would not be able to explain it clearly.

Seeing Jason reaching for the collar, Sophia made up her mind and unbuttoned her shirt. “Since you want to sleep with me, I’ll go along with you, Mr. Wilson.”

Jason’s pupils constricted. He grabbed Sophia’s fingers before pushing her away forcefully. He could not touch her until he was sure that she was Sophia, not even a corner of her shirt. He thought, “What if I am wrong? Wouldn’t that be adding to my sins?”

Jason had lived in this world like a walking corpse since Sophia died, enduring immense pain and agony so he could beg God to give him a chance to continue his relationship with his wife. He wouldn’t mess around and cause

his efforts to fail in the end.

“Are you used to living here?” Jason asked.

Sophia narrowed her eyes slightly. After tidying up her messy clothes, she walked toward the sofa and said, “IfI say I’m not used to it, Mr. Wilson, can you end your hospitality and return me my freedom?”

beautiful figure that should have faded from his memory was still clear and vivid. Although she had changed her appearance and voice, he had a strong feeling that this was the person he had missed for

bones, even if only

was not a completely different person. She had only changed her appearance. If Jason had recognized the wrong person, it meant he did not love her

did I really not love Sophla enough? No. Sophia had already seeped into my flesh, blood, and soul, completely merging with me. Every time I try to separate from her, it is agonizing!‘ He did not think he would recognize the wrong person

not hesitate to change her appearance to avoid him. Criminals were given a term of imprisonment, be it five years, ten years, or the death penalty. But there was no end to Sophia’s sentence for

fists. It seemed that the situation was more

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she could not make any big moves. She wondered

to subside. One day, when her patience ran out, she was afraid that she would drag him into hell with her.

the chaotic thoughts in her mind, she casually found a place to sit down.

and walked toward Sophia. He had just taken two steps when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that