Chapter 161

In Chapter 161 of “Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth,” Gemma observes Donovan’s struggle with a mix of reluctance and frustration as he shares unsettling news about Reyna, who has managed to find her way to the hospital where Donovan is recuperating. His admission that Reyna threatened him shocks Gemma, igniting a storm of emotions within her. Donovan, despite his age and weariness, reassures Gemma that he will protect her from any harm, particularly from Reyna’s manipulations. The tension in the room escalates as Gemma feels a surge of anger towards Reyna and Cassian, the latter of whom she believes has enabled Reyna’s reckless behavior.
As Donovan drifts off to sleep, Gemma leaves the room, determined to confront Cassian about Reyna’s presence in the hospital. Her sharp tone reveals her frustration, and she demands to know if Cassian brought Reyna. Cassian, confused and anxious about his grandfather’s health, tries to redirect the conversation, but Gemma’s fierce determination compels him to admit that Reyna was indeed brought to the hospital in an emergency. This revelation only fuels Gemma’s anger, and she insists on finding Reyna, believing she poses a threat to Donovan’s stability.
The dynamic between Gemma and Cassian intensifies as they navigate their feelings amidst the turmoil. Cassian feels a strange attraction towards Gemma, drawn in by her fierce energy and defiance, yet he struggles to focus on the pressing issue at hand. Their exchange is charged with tension, culminating in Gemma’s insistence on checking Reyna’s room, which Cassian reluctantly agrees to. As they approach Reyna’s room, Gemma’s determination reaches its peak, and she enters without hesitation, leading to a shocking confrontation.
Inside the room, Gemma’s emotions boil over as she delivers a sharp slap to Reyna’s face, a physical manifestation of her pent-up rage and protective instincts. This moment marks a significant turning point, showcasing the lengths to which Gemma will go to defend her loved ones against perceived threats. The chapter closes on this dramatic note, leaving readers eager to see how the relationships and conflicts will evolve in the aftermath of this encounter.
**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 161**
**Gemma’s POV**
In this moment, I can’t help but notice the flicker of reluctance and frustration that briefly crosses Donovan’s face. His jaw clenches slightly, a physical manifestation of the turmoil brewing within him, before he exhales a long, measured breath, as if trying to release the weight of his thoughts into the air.
“Yes,” he finally responds, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of weariness.
He continues, “It appears she was admitted here as well—perhaps for something minor, or maybe it was just a clever ruse… Regardless, she managed to find her way up here, seemingly to charm me back into her good graces, but instead, she ended up issuing threats.”
My heart races at his words, and shock spills forth before I can rein it in. “She threatened you?!”
A dry chuckle escapes him, but there’s no mirth in it—only the bitterness of experience.
“Indeed, dear Gemma. It seems this aging process has turned into quite the beast, one that has convinced her that I am no longer formidable enough to stand in her way.”
I stare at him, disbelief washing over me as he recounts the unsettling exchange. His expression shifts to one that is both sad and wry, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“But don’t worry, Gemma,” he assures me, his voice softening. “I may be aging, but as long as I draw breath, you need not worry about a single thing. I will ensure that Cassian remains by your side.”
At that moment, the heart rate monitor begins to register a spike, the beeping becoming slightly more rapid, a little louder, as if echoing the tension in the room. I instinctively reach out, placing my hand gently on his arm, hoping to soothe him.
“Grandpa, please,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. “Don’t pay any mind to the desperate ramblings of a girl who thrives on half-truths, twisting them into lies until they masquerade as reality.”
I swallow hard, the burn in my throat a stark reminder of the anger simmering just below the surface.
“I can say this with absolute certainty: whatever she told you is nothing but a concoction of lies, thick enough to ensnare the weak-hearted, but not us.”
I maintain a calm facade, but internally, I am a tempest of rage.
She is the very reason chaos erupted on this floor when we arrived, the reason whispers filled the air, suggesting he needed to be shielded from stress. And what if something had happened to him?
Who would bear the responsibility?
Would it be her, for having the audacity to confront him? Or Cassian, for enabling her reckless behavior time and again?
A sudden surge of anger rises in my chest, directed at both of them. I can no longer remain seated, fists clenched, jaw tight, blood roaring in my ears like a relentless tide.
As soon as Donovan’s eyes flutter shut in sleep, I rise from my chair, moving quietly as a whisper. I slip out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me.
Cassian is pacing just a few feet away, his brows shooting up in surprise when he sees me. He strides toward me, concern etched across his features.
“What happened?” he asks, his voice laced with worry. “Is he okay? Does he need anything—”
“Yeah, you don’t need to concern yourself with that.”
I cut him off, my tone sharper than intended. “But if we continue leaving things in the hands of others, he might not remain stable for long.”
Cassian blinks, confusion flashing in his eyes. “Be clear, Gemma. What are you implying?”
I stop in my tracks, grounding myself on the polished hospital floor, and meet his gaze with unwavering determination.
“Did you bring Reyna to this hospital?” I demand, my voice firm. “Be honest with me.”
**Cassian’s POV**
Gemma’s eyes bore into me, fierce and unyielding as she poses her question. “Did you bring Reyna here?”
“What does Reyna have to do with Grandpa?”
I frown, feeling a wave of confusion and anxiety about my grandfather’s health wash over me. “I’m asking if he’s doing better, Gemma, or if he will allow me into his room now.”
But she stands her ground, refusing to budge. “Just answer me—did you bring her here?”
I clench my jaw, struggling to keep the irritation from boiling over. My fists curl tightly at my sides.
“Why do you always assume the worst of her, Gemma? Why do you insist on conjuring phantoms in every shadow?”
Yet, even as anger simmers beneath the surface, there’s another current—a strange, undeniable attraction that stirs within me. She radiates a fierce energy when she’s like this.
Her stubbornness ignites a fire in her eyes, making them shine with an unusual brightness, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. The flush on her cheeks, the way her lips part slightly—it’s a dangerous allure, a raw magnetism that tugs at something deep inside me, something primal that I had not acknowledged until her fiery gaze landed on me. The urge to crush my mouth against hers, to taste that defiance, surges within me.
I force the impulse down, locking it away, focusing instead on the matter at hand.
“Yes,” I finally admit, my voice clipped. “It was an emergency. This hospital was the closest to the warehouse. But she was discharged hours ago. She should be long gone by now…”
I’m about to offer to call and verify, anything to end this pointless interrogation and reach my grandfather.
Gemma scoffs, the sound brittle and cutting. “All alone? I doubt it.” Her gaze challenges me, unwavering. “Just give me her room number.”
“Room 56,” I frown, exasperation creeping into my tone. “But why can’t you understand? She won’t be there—”
“Fine!”
She crosses her arms defiantly. “Then you can come along and see for yourself.”
Before I can argue against this futile endeavor, she spins on her heel and strides away, leaving me to follow, my confusion simmering alongside my irritation. What is she trying to prove?
We weave through rooms, nurses, and hushed conversations, making our way down the corridor to the right wing. Gemma reaches the door first, and it swings open with a creak as she steps inside, and I follow close behind.
Reyna is weakly propped against the bedside, surprise flickering across her features as we enter, attempting to sit up.
But the sight that greets my eyes is beyond anything I anticipated.
“What—”
Reyna begins to speak, but before she can finish, Gemma raises her hand and delivers a sharp slap across Reyna’s cheek.
Reyna’s head jerks to the side from the force of the impact, and the unmistakable red imprint of Gemma’s fingers blooms across her skin.
In the aftermath of that charged confrontation, a profound shift settles over the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and raw emotions. Gemma stands resolute, a fierce protector in the face of chaos, her heart echoing the tumult of her actions. The slap reverberates not just against Reyna’s skin, but through the fragile fabric of their shared history, a declaration of boundaries drawn in the sand. Cassian, caught between confusion and burgeoning admiration, witnesses the fierce determination that defines Gemma. In that moment, the lines of loyalty and love blur, revealing the complexities of their relationships as they navigate the treacherous waters of familial bonds and past grievances.
As the dust begins to settle, Gemma’s heart races with adrenaline, her anger transforming into a fierce resolve. She knows that standing up for Donovan means confronting the ghosts of their past, including the specter of Reyna, who has long cast a shadow over their lives. The confrontation ignites something within Cassian, a recognition of the strength that lies beneath Gemma’s fierce exterior. Together, they are forced to confront the realities of their situation—their shared fears, their unspoken desires, and the undeniable connection that grows stronger with each passing moment. As they stand united against the chaos, a flicker of hope emerges, suggesting that perhaps, through the storms of their past, they can forge a future grounded in trust, resilience, and the warmth of newfound understanding.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension escalates between Gemma and Reyna, the fallout from that explosive slap promises to unravel deeper layers of their complicated history. Gemma’s fierce resolve and Cassian’s internal conflict will collide in a whirlwind of emotions, revealing not only the stakes of their current predicament but also the shadows of their pasts. The question remains: how will Cassian navigate the storm brewing between the two women he cares about? Will he stand by Gemma, supporting her fierce loyalty to family, or will he be forced to confront the darker aspects of Reyna’s influence over their lives?
Moreover, the implications of Donovan’s health will loom larger than ever. With the threat of Reyna’s return hanging over them, will Gemma and Cassian be able to shield him from the chaos she brings? As they grapple with their own feelings and the urgency of the moment, the chapter will delve into the intricacies of trust and betrayal, pushing the characters to their limits. Expect revelations that will challenge their loyalties and force them to confront uncomfortable truths about their relationships, setting the stage for a dramatic showdown that could change everything.
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