The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 152

**Title: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 152**

**Chapter 152**

**Gemma’s POV**

For the first time since our arrival at the Manor, I find myself basking in the warmth of a truly delightful morning.

Last night, as soon as I slipped beneath the covers, exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave, dragging me into a deep slumber almost instantly. The thought of facing Cassian felt like an insurmountable mountain, and I was grateful for the unconscious escape. When I finally stirred awake, the room was peaceful, and Cassian was nowhere in sight.

A double dose of good fortune!

I stretch luxuriously across the bed, feeling the soft sheets against my skin, and retrieve my laptop from my bag. It hums to life, and I embrace the rare moment of solitude, diving into my backlog of pending orders.

Before long, I find myself attaching files and sending them off to Zina, a small but satisfying sense of achievement blooming in my chest as I close the laptop lid.

I rise to my feet, stretching my limbs, and glance at the wall clock—it’s nearly three. Time has a sneaky way of slipping through my fingers!

My stomach growls in protest, a reminder of the breakfast I hastily skipped and the lunch that has long since passed.

**15:40**

I decide to take a quick shower first, relishing the warm water cascading down my back. Just as I’m about to step through the door to head downstairs, my phone buzzes, breaking the tranquility. Ferne?

I frown as I check the notification. It’s been a while since we last chatted, but her name pops up with two urgent texts sent in quick succession.

[Gemma, I need your help.]

[It’s urgent, please.]

My heart quickens, fingers hovering over the screen as I type back.

[Is everything okay?]

The typing bubbles appear, and one by one, three messages flood my screen.

[There’s an issue with an inventory report you made before you left.]

[Trust me, I tried to explain that you quit a long time ago, but the client insists on speaking with you.]

[Please help me out! He’s pretty pissed, and I don’t want to make him more upset.]

I press my lips into a thin line, torn between reluctance and loyalty.

I really, really don’t want to set foot in the warehouse, especially after the chaos Reyna caused yesterday.

**15:40**

But Ferne has always been there for me, so how could I possibly turn her down now?

As I wrestle with my decision, my phone buzzes again. Zina.

[Great! Jace and I are still drowning in our tasks. So jealous of you, bitch. :(]

A glimmer of hope sparks within me. I don’t have any tasks left for the day, and perhaps the universe is nudging me forward?

I respond quickly, trying to keep the momentum going.

[Yeah. I’ll be there by four. Can you hold him off till then?]

Ferne’s reply is a flurry of heart emojis, her relief practically radiating through the screen. I can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, so I grab my bag and make my way downstairs.

When I arrive at the warehouse, I spot Ferne pacing anxiously near the entrance, her movements frantic like a cat on a hot tin roof. Her fingers nervously tug at the hem of her blouse, and her blonde hair is a wild mess, escaping its bun in all directions.

The moment she sees me, she nearly stumbles over her own feet in her eagerness.

“Oh, thank God! Thank you for coming, Gemma… I was so nervous…”

I squeeze her shoulder gently, offering a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. I’ll handle it. Where’s the client?”

Ferne bites her lip, her complexion a shade paler than usual.

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