The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 132

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane**

**Chapter 132**

**Gemma**

All I want is to get under Reyna’s skin.

Cassian would never dream of pulling a stunt like this in public—he’s always been averse to any form of physical closeness with me. Even something as simple as linking arms pushes the boundaries of his comfort zone.

Yet, surprisingly, he remains silent this time. After I finish my little outburst, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on my cheek, completely unreserved. The softness of his lips sends a cascade of shivers racing down my spine, igniting a spark that travels through me like a live wire. My body stiffens in response, and my heart begins to thump wildly in my chest.

What on earth is happening to me?

I’m utterly unprepared for this. Not even remotely ready.

That kiss… Oh God, it’s so achingly tender, it makes my heart do somersaults.

I find myself staring at him, my eyes wide with shock, completely taken aback by his unexpected display of affection.

Meanwhile, Cassian appears to be reveling in his own satisfaction, a smug grin playing on his lips.

“Are we ready to head out, darling?” he asks, stretching that last word as if to tease me.

My cheeks flush instantly, a deep crimson creeping across my face.

Maybe I don’t know Cassian as well as I thought I did.

Reyna stands across from us, her expression a mix of disbelief and seething jealousy. She doesn’t even try to mask it; it’s written all over her face.

With a huff, she turns on her heel, muttering something about needing to take care of business now that the auction has concluded, and storms off in a huff.

I can’t help but chuckle softly at her reaction.

Once we step out of the auction hall, I slide into the passenger seat of Cassian’s car, the familiar leather enveloping me as we begin our journey back to the estate.

As we drive, the silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Cassian breaks it, his voice laced with incredulity.

“One painting. That’s it?”

I furrow my brow, perplexed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Is he genuinely criticizing my gift?

He hesitates for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “That’s not what I mean…”

“Then what do you mean?” I press, my irritation bubbling to the surface.

Okay, maybe I’m being a tad dramatic. I have every intention of giving this painting to Donovan—it comes straight from my heart. I didn’t even dip into the funds Cassian provided earlier.

Now, he’s acting as though my heartfelt gift isn’t sufficient.

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