All Chapters of SECOND SIN : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The lobby was diffrent that afternoon with more bustiling crowd, which had atttracted a low hum of professional chatter and clinking cutlery. But still Nathan and Elle were able to finf a good spot to talk, because he hadn't seen each other since early morning. Elle had to meet a doctor's appointment, that morning before work, and he had to cover for her.Nathan pushed a piece of grilled chicken around his plate, his appetite nonexistent. Across from him, Elle ate with a steadiness that felt alien to his churning stomach.“You’ve been quiet all day,” Elle said finally, putting her fork down. Her gaze was direct and filled with concern. “What’s wrong? And don’t say ‘nothing.’ I can hear you thinking from over here.”Nathan set his own fork down with a soft clink. “Just… thinking,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on his uneaten food.“Thinking about what?” she pressed, leaning forward. Her voice dropped. “And while we’re at it, what’s the deal now? With you and Noah. You were so cryptic yes

Noah dropped the package in the car. The plastic crinkled against the seat, as he turned, eyes scanning the empty walkway and the dark road. He bolted to the walkway, his heart a beating heavily. Nathan had played him. Why had he believed him? Why had he thought, for even a moment, that Nathan was ready for conversation, for peace? He sighed, a deep, weary sound that carried the weight of the entire day. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers moving before his mind could caution him. He called Nathan’s number.It rang, and for some moment he expected it to go to voicemail, to be ignored. But the connection clicked.And Noah’s voice died in his throat. His lips parted, but no words came. What could he possibly say?“What?” Nathan’s voice sounded from the phone. It was flat, detached.“Did you… leave?” Noah asked. His heart skipped, a painful lurch.“I’m right behind you.”Noah spun around, and behold Nathan was standing beside the car, leaning against the passenger door. H

Noah shifted forward on the couch, the weight of his own body suddenly feeling heavier as the leather creaked beneath him. His heart hammered in his chest, nerves twisting tightly in his stomach. “Do… do you want me to start from before?” he asked, his voice unsteady. “Do you want me to begin from back then?” His eyes pleaded openly, searching Nathan’s face for any sign of softening.Nathan shrugged, his posture still guarded and professional. “I don’t know. What do you think?” He paused, then added coolly, “Apologize for the wrongs you think you’ve done to me.”Noah let out a long, weary sigh and rubbed his palms along the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension building there. “Nathan, I… words can’t explain how sorry I actually feel about this. I’m genuinely sorry. For everything.” He paused, studying Nathan’s face carefully, but it remained blank, almost unnervingly emotionless. The lack of reaction made Noah’s chest ache even more.“From high school… I was just dumb back the

Nathan sat in the passenger seat, his brow furrowed with confusion that quickly shifted into genuine worry. The silence in the car felt heavier than before, broken only by the low hum of the engine. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, turning to look at Noah.Noah didn’t reply. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white as he made a sharp turn, the tires protesting against the road. The car swerved slightly, and Nathan’s heart jumped into his throat.“Noah?” Nathan called again, louder this time. Still nothing. Noah only sniffed, his breathing ragged, and pressed harder on the accelerator. The speed climbed dangerously. “Noah, you’re going to get us killed!”Nathan reached out instinctively, grabbing the side of Noah’s shirt in a tight fist. He wasn’t even wearing his seatbelt properly, and the sudden fear made his pulse race. That seemed to snap something in Noah. He eased off the gas, the car slowing gradually until his breathing evened out, though his ch

Nathan opened his emails and tried to push through the mountain of work piled up on his desk. Files upon files waited for his attention, each one more urgent than the last, but no matter how hard he stared at the screen, his focus refused to stick. His mind kept drifting—back to the tense drive last night, to Noah’s breakdown on the roadside, to that soft smile in the elevator this morning. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to keep typing, but the words blurred together.Then a new notification popped up at the top of his screen. “DIRECTOR GEORGE.”Nathan let out a deep sigh and slumped back into his chair, the leather creaking under him. Even before opening it, he knew this meant trouble. Director George was always looking for ways to make his life harder, and today Nathan wasn’t mentally prepared for another round of taunting.He clicked anyway, his shoulders tense.MR. REED. TO MY OFFICE.Nathan stared at the short message. For the first time in a long while, his heart didn’t r