Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 148

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

**Chapter 148**

Arabella found herself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and dreams, her slumber extending until the clock struck ten the following morning. The remnants of last night’s promises to Blaire lingered in her mind, nudging her awake. With a reluctant sigh, she peeled herself from the comfort of her bed, the sheets cool against her skin as she swung her legs over the side.

After a quick wash and a change into fresh clothes, she stepped into the living room, her heart light with anticipation. But as her gaze swept across the space, she was met with an unexpected sight—the mountain of stuffed animals she had brought back the previous night was conspicuously absent.

Just then, Jayceon emerged from the study, his presence commanding and immediate. Arabella’s curiosity turned to irritation as she confronted him, “Where are the dolls I brought back last night?”

Jayceon’s response was steady, almost too calm, “Those toys can breed bacteria, so I got rid of them for you.”

A flash of anger ignited within Arabella, her cheeks flushing. “What gives you the right to just throw away my personal belongings?” The words spilled out, sharp and unfiltered.

His demeanor remained unyielding, “This is my house. I have the right to deal with everything in it.”

Arabella fell silent, her anger morphing into a cold realization. His words, though harsh, held an uncomfortable truth. In this house, she was nothing more than a mere cover for his existence, an object he could dispose of at his whim, just like the toys he had discarded.

Noticing her silence, Jayceon approached her, his voice softening slightly. “As your husband, I have to be responsible for you. I need to remind you again, Blaire is unhinged. You should stay as far away from him as possible.”

The moment his words hung in the air, Arabella’s phone vibrated insistently on the table, cutting through the tension. She glanced at Jayceon, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. “Even if Mr. Rockwell is unhinged, he’s still my patient, and he pays my bills.” With that, she turned away, reaching for her phone.

As she arranged a time and place to meet with Blaire, Jayceon’s expression darkened further, shadows pooling in his eyes. There was a palpable weight in the air, thick with unspoken emotions. A moment later, Arabella grabbed her bag, her mind set on leaving.

Jayceon’s voice broke through her resolve, “Did you forget you still have something to do?”

Arabella, feeling a surge of guilt, stood on her tiptoes and planted a quick, emotionless kiss on his lips. It was a gesture devoid of warmth, a mere formality that left both of them feeling slightly hollow.

Jayceon’s expression darkened even more as he reminded her in a heavier tone, “Arabella, you didn’t put medicine on my back last night.”

In that instant, Arabella’s hand flew to her forehead in realization. How could she have overlooked Jayceon’s injury? It was a moment of carelessness that gnawed at her conscience.

Jayceon nodded silently, his expression betraying little of his inner turmoil.

Sir, his father, added, “The Hongyu Group’s annual party is on the second. The madam personally invited Arabella last time, but she couldn’t make it. This time, you bring her along.”

As the afternoon wore on, Jayceon left the family estate shortly after two, stopping to pick up Georgina’s child from tutoring. The weight of the day pressed down on him, and he felt a mix of responsibility and resentment.

When he returned home in the evening, he noticed that Arabella was still not back. A familiar ache settled in his chest; ever since he had met her, she had always been the one waiting for him, no matter the hour or circumstance.

Feeling restless, he grabbed a bottle of wine and made his way upstairs, knocking on Samuel’s door. Samuel lounged on the sofa, a relaxed grin on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ve got something on her. She can’t run away.”

Jayceon’s heart sank further. “She’s my wife. She came home late last night; I was just worried about her.”

Samuel chuckled, the sound light but edged with mischief. “When Arabella was a complete wreck because she misunderstood about you and Georgina and her son, I didn’t see you worrying about her then?”

Jayceon fell silent, the truth of Samuel’s words hitting him hard. Guilt washed over him like a cold tide. He had done everything in his power to keep Arabella by his side, hoping to make up for the misunderstandings and pain that had shadowed their relationship.