The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525

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Cassian’s POV

The sound from the other end of the phone is unmistakable. A sharp yelp of pain from Jeremy. “Ouch! It hurts!”

I don’t need a diagram, the context paints itself. I tactfully press

Il button, cutting off whatever chaos is unfolding in

ma and Mikhail are both looking at me. “Is Zina okay?” Gemma asks, her brow furrowed with concern.

Mikhail, ever practical, adds, “Can they bring the fishing net over here?”

I slip the phone into my pocket, assuming my most serious expression. The lie is for the greater good. “Yes,” I state, my voice formal. “They’ll be right here.”

A necessary fiction to preserve everyone’s dignity.

I feel the heat in my own ears. Gemma’s eyes linger on my face, and I see the moment her curiosity sharpens into comprehension. She remembers the contents of that bag, and 166

s begin to flush a delicate pink.

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I hand it to her, my touch businesslike. “Spray it on your body. There are a lot of mosquitoes here.”

She takes the bottle, but her eyes are wide with a question: How did you find that so easily amidst the mess?

I meet her gaze, feeling a new, playful boldness. This isn’t about mosquitoes anymore. “Your friend likes this,” I say, my voice dropping just for her. I gesture subtly toward the bag. “How about you?”

“What?” Her horror is genuine, comical. She looks at me as if I’ve sprouted a second head. Clearly, until today, she was blissfully unaware of Zina’s… adventurous procurement habits.

The opportunity is too perfect. I let my gaze flick again to the bag, then back to her, holding her stunned eyes. “If you like,” I say, the words low and deliberate, “I can try it with you later.”

She is utterly, completely stunned. Her mouth opens slightly, then closes. I can see the thought screaming behind her eyes: He actually wants to try those things with me?

“No way!” she finally huffs, the denial explosive. She snorts and turns sharply away, presenting me with the back of her head and the slender line of her neck, which is now also flushed a deep, telling red.

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the chance in the future… it’s a thought worth exploring. I owe Zina a fruit basket for the inspiration.

Mikhail chooses that moment to wander over. I casually zip the bag shut before he can peer inside. He’s oblivious. “Rookie, did you catch the fish?” he asks, eyebrows raised, a reminder of our pointless bet.

Fishing has lost all appeal. The activity seems unbearably tedious compared to the delicate, flustered woman sitting a few feet

away, pretending to be fascinated by the lake. “I’m done,” I say, dismissing the competition with a wave.

When Jeremy finally reappears, holding the fishing net with a look of profound confusion, the group consensus is immediate. The sun is too strong. It’s time to go.

Jeremy holds the net limply, a man who feels he has come in vain.

“Is Zina okay?” Gemma asks, her worry resurfacing.

“She’s fine. She’s fallen asleep. I turned on the air conditioner for her,” Jeremy reports, his own composure visibly frayed.

Gemma nods, relieved. “Then let’s go back.” I see the fatigue in the slight droop of her shoulders.

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Later, back at the villa, my phone rings. It’s Asher. The sound of his voice yanks me back into a world I’ve been neglecting. A new partner has been found for Shawn Heavy Industries. He needs me to come and meet them. I had almost forgotten the search was ongoing. Every ounce of my focus has been laser–locked on Gemma.

Mikhail, already in the passenger seat as I prepare to leave, lets out a derisive snort. “If I don’t know, I would think Asher is the boss of Shawn Heavy Industries. How can a rookie like you run a company?” It’s a fair jab. I’ve been entirely absentee.

I hang up and roll my eyes at him. “What about you? Did you even care about Bright Moon International?”

He’s stunned into silence. We are mirrors in our neglect, two captains who have been steadfastly ignoring their ships.

I help Gemma inside, then head upstairs to change. When I come back down, I find her in the living room. “Gemma, I’ll be back soon. You don’t have to wait for me for dinner tonight.” The discussion could drag on; it’s already late. A business dinner is inevitable.

She simply nods, accepting it. But before she can speak, Mikhail’s voice cuts in from the doorway, dripping with sarcasm. “Who wants to eat with you?”

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Gemma’s POV

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