Second Chance At Love

Chapter 82

Jason’s blood ran cold as he scanned the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and his fury flared. He’d specifically asked the bodyguard if there were any screams–nope, just Greg “flirting” So, Sophia was willingly letting this old goat paw at her? The thought twisted his gut. squeezing the air out of his lungs. He needed to see for himself. He flung open the door like a madman, only to be met with a scene that punched him in the gut. Five minutes. That’s all it took for things to escalate from light flirting to this tangled mess. Just days ago, she’d fought tooth and nail, even biting her own tongue. Now, she just lay there, passive. Was she that desperate?

The sudden noise startled Greg, who forced down a groan and turned to see Jason radiating pure murder. He gulped. Besides that project, he didn’t have much to offer. This was Cester City, Jason’s playground. Sleeping with his wife was basically signing his own death warrant. He’d been blinded by lust before, thinking Jason was a pushover. Now, with Jason looming over him like a grim reaper, Greg finally understood. Messing with this woman was like poking a dragon. A very bad idea. The earlier rush of desire evaporated, replaced by a bone–chilling fear He’d messed with the commercial kingpin of Cester City. Thankfully, things hadn’t gone too far. He just hoped he could get out of there without becoming another business statistic.

“Uh, Mr. Wilson, I, uh…” Greg stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Jason’s eyes scanned the entwined figures. Relief washed over him as he saw her clothes still mostly on. “Sorry to interrupt your fun, Greg he said, voice clipped, “Family emergency. Sophia needs to come with me.”

Greg scrambled off the bed, grabbing for his clothes haphazardly. “Of course, of course! Family first!” He almost ran out of the room, desperate to put as much distance between himself and Jason

as possible.

Jason sighed. “Seems I haven’t been the best host. Let me arrange some… entertainment for you.” His gaze was cold and uninviting.

Greg, under nodilusions, didn’t dare refuse. After a few mumbled thanks, he stumbled out of the private room.

Sophia lay there, staring blankly at the chandelier. A flicker of hope, Did his sudden appearance mean he actually cared? Wishing on a star, she hoped he’d get a taste of her misery. Maybe share some of the pain. She turned her gaze to Jason, who was studying her with a skeptical, almost mocking look.

Jason pressed his lips together, determined not to reveal his selfish motives. “Grandma’s showing signs of waking up. You’re coming with me. Time to apologize and grovel.”

Sophia’s focus shifted completely upon hearing about his grandmother. No more mind games. She quickly sat up and dressed, revealing a glimpse of her chest as she leaned forward. The sight of the marks there reignited Jason’s anger. A minute later, and that old lech would have had his way. And worse, she’d gone along with it so easily.

“Sophia,” he spat, turning away in disgust, “you’ve really lowered my opinion of you.”

A bitter laugh escaped Sophia’s lips. Straightening her dress, she exited the room, heading to the staff locker room to change. Stepping out of Lust, she saw Jason helping Ada into their car. A pang of jealousy shot through her. Reaching out to her stomach, her eyes filled with regret This child wouldn’t even have a chance to be born, let alone experience a father’s love. A forced marriage, a life of misery. she’d condemned this child before it even had a life.

Back at the Wilson Mansion, in the sterile medical room, Jason held his grandmother’s hand, muttering encouragement Sophia stood by the bed, muttering a prayer. She didn’t care about clearing her own name. All she wanted was for Alison to be safe. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Camila, ever the opportunist, couldn’t resist a dig. “What are you mumbling about? Praying for Alison to die?”

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The moment the words left her lips, the EKG monitor went berserk. The attending physician shouted, “Her heart rate is dropping! Critical

condition!”