Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 433

What greeted Sophia’s eyes was a familiar tall figure. It was Jason. He had one hand in the packet of his trousers and the other holding his phone. The Etoly–made business suit made him look slender, strong, noble, and elegant.

To outsiders, Jason always looked like that. It was as if he owned everything in the world. If not for his cold face and the gloominess between his brows, Sophia would even suspect that the griet stricken and dispirited man she

“w a few days ago was just an illusion. Sophia wondered how a person could perfectly combine forbearance with

restraint.

Harriet asked, “Sophia, he’s Norman, right?”

Harriet’s shaky murmur pulled Sophia back to reality. She subconsciously turned to look at the man beside Jason.

The other man was of mixed descent. His facial features were more deep–set than Jason’s, and his eyes were darker. He had sharp features and also looked artistically beautiful.

Sophia remembered that Harriet’s husband, Norman, was of mixed descent.

At that time, they even laughed at Harriet, saying that those men were physically strong and good in bed. If Harriet wasn’t careful, she might have a hard time in bed.

married Norman, Sophia went to the wedding with

many years, the slightly young face in Sophia’s memory had become indistinct, but it could still

medicine and familiar with the structure of bones of the human body. Therefore, she could not say against

figure out the

could not calm down. When Norman passed away, they were still very wildly in love. They relied on each other and clung to each other. They wished they could fuse each other into their

had been forcefully dug out. The intense pain tortured her so much that she wished she could kill herself. If it weren’t for the fact that she had to care for her child, she would have died with Norman long

torture. Harriet spent nearly six years before walking out of the pain of losing her husband and deciding to raise

He appeared out of the blue. Judging from his temperament and attire, he had to have

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you think he’s Norman too,

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could not help but look worried when she saw that Harriet’s tense nerves were ready to snap at any moment. She grabbed Harriet’s wrist. “There are many people who look alike in this world. Didn’t you personally go overseas to settle his funeral back then? Perhaps…”

her chair. She was

his body. Sophia, did you hear that? I didn’t see his body

toward the door. She would know when she went