Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 128

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 128**

Arabella pressed her palms firmly against Jayceon’s chest, exerting all her strength to push him away. “This is your house. You don’t need to inform me every time you leave or come back,” she insisted, her voice laced with frustration.

Yet, the more Arabella pushed, the more Jayceon tightened his grip on her. His voice was steady, but there was an undeniable intensity behind his words. “Arabella, it’s you who returned. What’s the point of me having to keep reminding you of that?”

With a sudden halt, Arabella ceased her attempts to shove him away.

From the very first day of their marriage, she had clung to him, craving his affection with every departure in the morning and every return at night. Yet, as the days turned into months, it became apparent that she was the one who had to take the initiative, to reach out and bridge the gap that often seemed to widen between them.

Arabella gazed deeply into Jayceon’s eyes, her complexion paling with uncertainty. “Jayceon, you really don’t have to do this. You’re free to see Georgina. I promise, I won’t cause a scene,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she offered him an out.

Jayceon’s eyes bore into her, an intricate mix of emotions swirling within them. “Arabella, Georgina is Georgina, and you are you. Do I need to spell it out any clearer?” he replied, his tone firm yet tinged with something softer.

Feeling the weight of his words, Arabella lowered her gaze, her heart heavy with the reality of their situation. Jayceon’s breathing became more labored, and he pulled her possessively into his embrace, as if he were trying to shield her from the world outside.

His hand found its way to the small of her back while the other cradled the back of her head, rendering her unable to escape. Their lips met in a kiss that was both fervent and tender, a chaotic blend of passion that left no room for dissent. It was as if he sought to fuse their very beings together, to erase the boundaries that had formed between them.

Just then, a sharp knock on the door from Victoria broke the moment, and Jayceon reluctantly released Arabella from his hold.

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the lingering heat of their connection still palpable in the air. Arabella, feeling the rush of emotions, broke free and leaned weakly against the closet door, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath.

Her eyelashes, damp from the intensity of their kiss, fluttered as she fought to regain her composure. She felt disheveled, her features betraying the turmoil within her.

Jayceon, noticing the state he had left her in, walked over with a gentle determination. He carefully smoothed down her tousled hair and adjusted the collar of her pajamas, his touch tender yet possessive.

Arabella kept her head bowed, refusing to meet his gaze, a storm of thoughts swirling in her mind.

Jayceon stepped closer and enveloped her in another hug, his voice softening. “You need to eat something, then go to the hospital to see your mom. I’ll come by later to take you out for dinner at the family estate,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

After he released her and stepped out, Arabella lingered in the dressing room for what felt like an eternity, gathering her thoughts before finally emerging.

Victoria, with a sympathetic smile, urged her gently, “Mrs. Melendez, Mr. Melendez mentioned you were feeling faint and asked me to prepare some fish fillet porridge for you.”

Arabella shook her head, her resolve firm. “Victoria, I can’t eat right now. I need to get to the hospital.”

With a resigned sigh, Victoria took Arabella by the arm and guided her toward the dining room. “Mrs. Melendez, your health is paramount. No matter how pressing other matters may seem, you must prioritize yourself,” she advised, her concern evident.

Arabella cast a grateful glance at Victoria and picked up the soup spoon, her heart warmed by the older woman’s care. “Thank you, Victoria,” she said softly.

Reluctantly, Arabella forced herself to eat a few spoonfuls before she made her way to the hospital.

Jayceon entered, carrying a tiered food container, his presence commanding attention.

Arabella stood up, surprise etched on her face. “What are you doing here?” she asked, a mix of confusion and irritation bubbling to the surface.

With a casual grace, Jayceon placed the tiered food container on the small table. “It’s Thanksgiving today, and I thought I’d join you for a meal with Mom, Dad, and Emmett,” he declared, his voice steady.

As he finished his statement, the forks in the Palmer household clattered to the table, the tension palpable.

Emmett’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Jayceon with hostility. “Who the hell wants to eat with you?” he shot back, rising from his seat in a flash.

“Emmett!” Roderick interjected sharply, attempting to rein in his son’s outburst.

Fuming, Emmett stormed over to the sofa and plopped down, visibly agitated.

Unfazed, Jayceon opened the tiered food container and served a bowl of herbal tonic soup in front of Kayla. “Mom, I had the kitchen prepare this special herbal tonic soup for you. Please, give it a try,” he urged, his voice softening as he addressed her.

Kayla stared at the soup, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” she managed to reply.

Jayceon then gently pulled Arabella down to sit beside him. “Mom, there’s no need for formality between us. We’re family, after all,” he reassured her, his tone warm and inviting.