Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 201

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

**Chapter 201**

In a moment of sheer desperation, Georgina found herself pleading, “Jay, I swear to you, I never even considered drugging your drink. My only intention was to find the right moment to tell you everything.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the weight of her anxiety.

With a furrowed brow, Georgina continued, “I truly don’t know what your wife was plotting, and I feared that bringing this to your attention might jeopardize your marriage. That’s why I hesitated, hoping to observe the situation unfold. I never anticipated that Kim would misinterpret what she saw.”

Jayceon, lost in his thoughts, flicked the ash from his cigarette out of the car window, the embers swirling into the night air. He turned to her, his voice cold and detached, “I have something to take care of. You can catch a cab back.”

Relief washed over Georgina as she quickly exited the vehicle, her heart racing. The weight of the evening’s events felt lighter now that she was free from his immediate presence.

As dawn broke, Samuel guided Kimberly home, while the ever-quirky troll and Arabella made their way back on foot.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and troll, in his usual brash manner, turned to Arabella, “If you two end up in a spat later, just give me a call. I’ll be there to help you mess him up.”

Arabella rolled her eyes, exasperated. She had known Jayceon for quite some time now, and the few instances when he had lost his temper were always in heated debates with his grandfather over Georgina. With her, Jayceon had never shown a tendency to argue or engage in any physical confrontation; instead, he opted for the silent treatment, which was far more infuriating.

Moreover, she couldn’t trust this troll. He had once assured her that hacking into Jayceon’s computer would go unnoticed. Yet, the very next day, Jayceon confronted her about it, his piercing gaze making her squirm with guilt.

Now, the plan to drug Jayceon had been uncovered, and as they had previously agreed, Georgina would shift all the blame onto Arabella. The drug was found on Jayceon, leaving Arabella with no room to fabricate a story. At this juncture, all she could do was confess.

At worst, they would have a fierce argument, and afterward, they would retreat into their familiar cold war. But Arabella was weary of this relentless cycle; she could not bear to live like this for another day.

As she stepped inside her home, the lights illuminated the space, casting a warm glow. She removed her coat, placed her bag down, and slipped into her comfy slippers. The moment she entered the main area, her eyes landed on Jayceon, standing by the water dispenser. He was clad in nothing but a dark bathrobe, holding a glass of water, and staring at her with an intensity that made her heart race.

Fighting against her thirst, Arabella cautiously set the cup down again and decided to take a shower instead. Jayceon made no move to stop her, allowing her the space she needed.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she noticed the light was on in Jayceon’s study, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit hallway. Arabella approached the water bar, staring at the dispenser for a moment, but her apprehension held her back.

Neither she nor Jayceon had a penchant for soft drinks, leaving the fridge stocked only with milk and yogurt. She picked up an unopened bottle of milk and twisted off the cap, ready to take a sip when she sensed footsteps behind her. She froze, turning to find Jayceon’s penetrating gaze locked onto hers.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she re-capped the bottle, unwilling to drink in his presence. She quickly glanced at Jayceon, sent a message to Cyrano, and waited anxiously by the door.

A short while later, Cyrano arrived with two bottles of water. A wave of relief washed over her as she eagerly drank half the bottle in one go, quenching her thirst.

As the night deepened, the two of them found themselves lying side by side on the expansive bed, the silence between them filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.