The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 242

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 242**

**Chapter 242**

**Gemma’s POV**

Fainted? The word reverberates in my mind, sharp and unsettling, like a jagged stone against my thoughts.

“Chloe, get the private doctor here immediately!”

My voice is urgent, commanding, and Chloe nods vigorously, her eyes wide with panic as she fumbles with the phone. Her fingers tremble as they hover over the buttons, and I can’t afford to scold her now; every passing moment feels weighty, filled with dread, as Cassian lies there, still and exposed, a fragile figure in this chaotic moment.

Together, we manage to pull him back onto the sofa, and I can feel the warmth radiating from his body through the fabric of his shirt. It’s a small comfort amidst the rising anxiety.

“Mrs. Blackwell, Mr. Blackwell has always been so robust,” Chloe murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of concern and disbelief. “How could he just faint like this?”

“He got hit. That’s how it happened.”

My eyes remain glued to his still form, desperately searching for any flicker of movement. The door swings open, and the doctor steps in, his demeanor calm yet focused as he begins his examination, methodically assessing Cassian from head to toe.

“Mrs. Blackwell, you mentioned he was struck by a motorcycle and then collided with a utility pole today?”

I nod, my throat tight with anxiety. “Yes. He pushed me out of the way to save me…”

The weight of the day presses down on me, and I can feel the tension coiling in my stomach.

“He likely fainted due to emotional agitation leading to cerebral hypoxia. He should regain consciousness shortly. However, there is a noticeable bump at the back of his head. We lack the necessary equipment for a comprehensive examination here, so I strongly advise taking him to the hospital for a thorough checkup, just to be on the safe side.”

My heart sinks, a lump forming in my throat as I bite down on the inside of my cheek. “And the painkillers?”

He hands me a small slip of paper with a prescription scrawled on it. “If he develops a headache that lingers for more than twenty minutes, administer these in warm water. Otherwise, let him rest.”

I nod again, absorbing his words like a sponge. “Understood.”

Chloe’s shoulders relax slightly with relief, but her worried gaze still lingers on me. “Mrs. Blackwell… you should sit down.”

I shake my head, my eyes drawn to Cassian. His hair is tousled, his complexion pale, yet even in this vulnerable state, there’s an undeniable magnetism about him.

I slide down onto the carpet beside the sofa, my knees brushing against the edge as my hand instinctively reaches out to straighten the collar of his shirt. The fabric is crumpled from his fall, and my fingers glide over it gently.

His features are defined, sharp like the edges of a finely crafted sculpture, and even in this semi-conscious state, the authority that once captivated me remains palpable.

I remember the day my grandfather first introduced him into my life. My heart had raced, an electric thrill coursing through me at the sight of him.

He was a beacon in my otherwise shadowy existence, a symbol of a life I could scarcely dream of achieving.

I glance at his jawline, smooth despite the bruises, and my thoughts drift back to those days when I silently pursued him, striving to prove my worthiness.

I recall the first time I stealthily entered his office. Standing just outside the conference room, I listened as he dissected financial projections, weighing risks, and mapping out futures that felt galaxies away from my own reality. In that moment, I realized how foolish I had been to consider myself his equal.

He shone like the stars he adored, and I… I was merely chasing after a fleeting shadow.

**Cassian’s POV**

I awaken with the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, or perhaps I had only just managed to drift into sleep as night slipped away.

Adjusting my coat in front of the mirror, I step into the living room. Though my reflection appears unchanged, I can feel the lingering effects of the accident coursing through my body, a reminder of the chaos of the previous day.

“Mr. Blackwell!” Chloe greets me at the breakfast table, her voice bright yet laced with concern. “How are you feeling? Are you ready to schedule that full-body checkup at the hospital now?”

I glance at her briefly, a flicker of annoyance rising within me. The private doctor did suggest a hospital visit, but I have no desire for anyone to hover over me today.

I adjust my cufflinks, shaking my head. “No, I have a flight to catch today.”

I cut her off, my tone calm yet resolute. “That’s all there is to it. I’m fine now.”

I step past her, avoiding her searching gaze. I can sense her desire to argue, but I have little patience for it. My schedule looms large, filled with responsibilities I cannot afford to neglect.

“But breakfast—”

“No breakfast, I don’t have time.”

She exhales sharply, a sound that mingles exasperation with resignation. “Mr. Blackwell…”

I open the front door, stepping into the crisp morning air, closing it firmly behind me. It’s time to move forward… time to act without looking back. Because dwelling on the past does nothing but weaken you.