All Chapters of The Second Lead Us - Let's Destroy Their Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Jayden stepped out of the car, the door clicking shut behind him with a sound too loud in the quiet night. The air was still heavy with the smell of rain, wet pavement, and damp earth. He stood for a moment outside Hazel's apartment building, his muscles tense, trying to shove the images from earlier out of his head. But he couldn't. Yerin's face, pale and devastated in the rain, was burned onto the back of his eyelids.He took a slow breath and rang the doorbell.The door swung open. Hazel stood there, small and fragile, dwarfed by a large, soft sweater. Her skin was pale, her eyes red-rimmed and tired. She managed a weak smile when she saw him, but it didn't reach her eyes."Hey," he said, his voice softer than he intended."Hey

JaydenJayden thought he'd be able to shake it off.Elliot's words clung to the back of his mind. Swayed by Yerin — it had seemed ridiculous. Until it didn't.He wasn't supposed to care. Not about her, not about the way she was hurting. Yet when he saw her that morning, something about her expression made his thoughts stutter.She sat at her desk, staring at her screen but not seeing it. The usual sharpness in her eyes was missing. Most people wouldn't have noticed. Jayden did.And it bothered him.The elevator doors opened. Elliot stepped in.Jayden tensed, eyes flicking to the bruise below Elliot's cheekbone, the cut on his lip. He knew where those marks came from. No regrets.What he didn't expect was Yerin noticing too.It was brief. She barely glanced at Elliot and stiffened. Her gaze flickered, then she looked away. But Jayden saw her fingers curl against her sleeve, her lips press together.She wasn't going to ask. But she wanted to.Elliot, walking past her desk, must have fel

**That Night – Jayden's Apartment**The clock on his bedside table glowed faintly—2:37 AM.Jayden exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, his arm resting over his forehead. Sleep refused to come.The city outside was still alive—distant hum of cars, faint neon glow seeping through his curtains. But inside, the world was quiet, save for the ticking clock.And yet, in that silence, she was still there.Yerin.Not just the way she had broken down in front of him, but the way she had put herself back together.The memory came.The rain had still been falling when she took that slow, shaking breath, her fingers tightening before she forced herself to stand straighter.Then—her hand.His fingers had been curled loosely around her wrist, the lingering warmth of her skin against his. He hadn't thought about it, hadn't meant anything by it. It was just there.Until she pulled away.It wasn't abrupt. Not a rejection, not cold or harsh. Just deliberate. A quiet withdrawal, as if she had taken what s