Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 151

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

**Chapter 151**

Jayceon stood before the mirror, his breath slightly ragged as he leaned closer to Arabella, his lips brushing softly against her ear. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine. His voice, deep and sultry, wrapped around her like a velvet ribbon. “This color will always suit you,” he murmured, the words laced with a seductive undertone that made her heart race.

Arabella, caught in the moment, obediently listened to him, carefully applying the vibrant lipstick as if it were a sacred ritual. Each stroke felt like a promise, a connection between them that was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Today is Christmas Eve,” she finally said, her voice steady, though her mind raced with thoughts of her parents. “I’m going to my parents’ place.”

With a determined glint in her eyes, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a bold lipstick mark onto Jayceon’s Adam’s apple, a playful yet defiant gesture.

But deep down, a nagging distrust lingered. She had to get that jewelry back to her parents as quickly as possible, no matter the cost.

Time passed slowly after Arabella left, and Jayceon found himself standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought. He replayed the kiss in his mind, feeling the warmth of her lips against his skin. No matter how much she changed on the surface, he knew her essence remained the same.

Her personality, vibrant and passionate, was something that could not be altered. He could sense it, the way her forwardness and enthusiasm radiated from her. She had carried feelings for him for over twenty years, emotions that were too deep to simply let go.

She needed him, he realized, not just in a physical sense, but emotionally too. The connection they shared was undeniable, a bond that transcended time.

The shrill ring of the phone in the bedroom jolted him from his reverie. It was Tabitha on the line, her voice brisk and commanding. She insisted he bring Arabella to the family’s old home for the Christmas Eve reunion dinner.

Jayceon, however, stood firm in his decision. “No, Tabitha. From now on, Arabella and I will be spending Christmas Eve with the Palmer family. We’ll visit the old home on Christmas Day.”

Tabitha fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air, but she offered no further argument.

Later that afternoon, as the three members of the Palmer family bustled around the kitchen preparing the Christmas Eve reunion dinner, Arabella returned home, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Emmett, her younger brother, eagerly approached her, holding a sleek black case. “Sis, did you get the jewelry back?” he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Kayla, their mother, instructed Emmett to put the jewelry away in her room, but her gaze was fixed on Arabella, her expression a mix of concern and expectation. “Arabella, tell me the truth. How did you manage to get this jewelry back?”

Arabella felt a pang of guilt as she remembered the money from selling the jewelry still clutched in her hand. She knew her parents were unaware of her financial struggles. “Dad, Mom, Jayceon bought this jewelry back at a high price,” she said, trying to sound casual, though her heart raced with the weight of her unspoken truth.

She chose not to reveal that Jayceon had actually purchased the jewelry days ago, nor the lengths she had gone to—swallowing her pride and overcoming her emotions—to reclaim it.

Kayla and Roderick exchanged a glance, the conversation trailing off into an uncomfortable silence, leaving Arabella to wonder if they sensed her hesitation.

As the afternoon wore on, Arabella found herself in the kitchen, helping to steam traditional rice cakes, the familiar scents of the holiday wrapping around her like a warm blanket. Just then, Jayceon arrived at the Palmer family home, a first-aid kit in hand.

Emmett shot up from his chair, anger flaring in his eyes. “None of your business!” he snapped, his voice sharp.

Jayceon, maintaining his composure, reminded him, “Be polite. Call me brother-in-law.”

Emmett’s fists clenched at his sides. “You’re not my brother-in-law; you’re the jerk who bullies my sister!” he retorted, his voice filled with resentment.

Jayceon stepped closer, grabbing Emmett’s shoulder with a firm grip. “I accidentally hurt your wrist last time. Tell me, what will it take for you to calm down?” he inquired, his tone slightly more serious.

Emmett gritted his teeth, his anger bubbling over. “Only if you let me break your hand too!” he declared defiantly.

Jayceon extended his left hand toward Emmett, a challenge in his eyes. “A real man keeps his word,” he stated, unwavering.

Emmett wasted no time, his anger propelling him forward. “You asked for this!” he shouted, and in an instant, a muffled crack echoed in the room as bones shifted.

Jayceon winced in pain, a grunt escaping his lips, while Emmett felt a rush of satisfaction, a sense of revenge finally realized.

As Jayceon glanced at Arabella standing in the doorway, he endured the sharp pain in his wrist and made his way toward her, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. Today was supposed to be a celebration, yet the tension hung thick in the air, promising that this Christmas would be anything but ordinary.