Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 194

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 194**

In the grand scheme of things, women like Georgina were a dime a dozen on the bustling streets. It was a harsh reality, but the truth remained: for her to ascend to the esteemed title of Mrs. Melendez would be a formidable challenge.

Even if, deep down, she and Jayceon shared a genuine love.

Yet, here she was, complicating her own life in a bid to craft an image that, frankly, felt hollow. It wasn’t the wisest of choices, and Arabella couldn’t help but ponder the consequences of such a decision.

As she held the property deed in her hand, its weight felt heavier than just paper. “If there’s nothing pressing on your mind, I’d love to treat you to a meal,” Arabella suggested, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.

Georgina nodded eagerly, her eyes brightening at the prospect of a meal together.

Just as they were about to step out of the hospital, a sleek black Bentley glided to a halt at the entrance, its polished exterior gleaming under the afternoon sun.

Arabella and Georgina exchanged a knowing glance as Jayceon emerged from the vehicle, striding toward them with purpose. A flutter of nerves danced in Arabella’s stomach. At this hour, he should have been buried in work at the office. What could possibly draw him here?

Georgina’s heart sank, guilt gnawing at her insides as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Before Jayceon had a chance to utter a word, she took a deep breath and spoke, “Jay, I came to deliver the property deed to your wife.”

Jayceon’s gaze shifted to the deed in Arabella’s grasp, and he acknowledged it with a curt nod.

He approached Arabella, his brow slightly furrowed, “Are you finished with your conversation?”

Arabella glanced at Georgina, gauging the moment. “I was just about to treat Ms. Carrillo to a meal,” she replied, her tone light, though a layer of tension lingered beneath.

Jayceon’s expression darkened, “I need to discuss something important with you.”

Arabella’s gaze fell, concealing the tumult of emotions swirling within her. Six had assured her that Jayceon would remain oblivious to certain truths. Yet, his unexpected appearance now threatened to unravel everything.

She exchanged a discreet look with Georgina, a silent plea for understanding.

Georgina hesitated, her voice trembling slightly as she interjected, “Jay, am I not even deserving of a meal with your wife?”

Jayceon’s eyes darted between the two women, tension crackling in the air. Although displeasure marred his features, he chose not to press the matter further.

Seizing the moment, Arabella chimed in, “Since you’re here, let’s all eat together. It was already agreed upon.”

They made their way to a nearby restaurant, where Jayceon guided Arabella to sit beside him, while Georgina settled across the table, a barrier that felt more like a chasm between them.

As Arabella reached for the menu, ready to place their order, she noticed a trio of women approaching their table. Her heart sank as she recognized them as employees of Melendez Corporation.

Outside, near the flowerbed that adorned the hospital’s outpatient building, Jayceon intercepted Arabella.

Noticing a few colleagues in the distance, Arabella instinctively pulled Jayceon behind a large tree, seeking refuge from prying eyes.

His voice dripped with hostility as he confronted her, “Am I truly that embarrassing to be seen with?”

Arabella took a steadying breath, her tone softening. “Why are you so upset? Your employees mistook Georgina for your wife. You should reflect on that, not direct your frustration at me.”

Jayceon’s chest rose and fell with agitation, each breath a battle against his mounting frustration.

After a moment of silence, he asked, “You really don’t care at all, do you?”

Arabella placed a reassuring hand on her chest, her eyes meeting his with sincerity. “I could even manage caring for your beloved woman if it came to that.”

With a forceful exhale, Jayceon paced in agitation, his jaw clenched tightly as he studied Arabella, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.

Finally, he broke the stillness, his voice low and probing, “Did you use my computer?”