Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 206

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 206**

Arabella shot back with a sharpness that cut through the tension, “If we’re not discussing work and not engaged in a fight, then what exactly do you want to talk about? Feelings? Do you even possess any?” Her words hung in the air, laced with a bitterness that seemed to echo off the walls.

The two locked eyes, and Jayceon’s gaze deepened, shadows flickering across his features. He felt the weight of her words, a palpable distance growing between them. Choosing to steer the conversation away from the emotional abyss, he suggested, “Let’s carve out some time next week to visit the family home for dinner.” His voice was steady, but inside, he was bracing for her reaction.

Arabella shrugged off his hand with a dismissive flick, her expression hardening. “A team of international experts is visiting the hospital next week. I simply don’t have the time.” Her tone was final, and with that, she turned on her heel, retreating to the sanctuary of the bedroom.

Jayceon remained rooted in the living room, his gaze trailing after Arabella’s slender figure, frustration tightening his brow. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. No matter what he said or how he tried to reach out, she seemed to have built an impenetrable wall around her heart. In the past, post-argument, she would at least entertain his attempts at reconciliation. But ever since that marital agreement had been nullified, she had stopped pretending altogether, leaving Jayceon feeling more isolated than ever.

For the following days, Arabella was a whirlwind of activity, leaving before dawn and returning home well past dinner, often skipping meals altogether. The house felt emptier without her presence, a stark contrast to the bustling life that once filled it.

That evening, Samuel and Six decided to drop by uninvited, as they often did. Jayceon, as usual, found himself alone at the dining table, watching the two men settle in with a casualness that irked him.

As they spread out, Samuel, with a mouthful of food, broke the silence, “Why is The Ninth Circle of Hell empty?” His question was laced with mischief.

Six chimed in with a laugh, “Did that ugly thing move out?”

Jayceon’s patience wore thin. He scowled, his irritation bubbling to the surface. “You guys are here five days a week. When does it end?” His voice was stern, but he knew deep down that his words were falling on deaf ears.

Samuel shot him a sideways glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “As long as you two are married, half of this house belongs to Arabella. I’m just enjoying her hospitality, not yours.”

Six added with a grin, “Exactly! Arabella hasn’t complained, so what right do you have to kick us out?”

Samuel leaned in, a defiant glint in his eye. “Keep glaring at us, and we might just decide to stay the night.”

Six slapped his thigh in agreement. “Yeah! We’ll crash in the room next to yours and have Arabella make us breakfast in the morning.”

Jayceon glared at them both, feeling the frustration rise within him. “You guys are impossible.”

On Friday afternoon, Jayceon found himself driving back to the family home, the silence of the car amplifying his thoughts.

Upon entering, Kimberly’s voice rang out with excitement, “My sister-in-law is on TV!”

Jayceon turned his attention to the screen, where Arabella, adorned in a crisp white coat and light makeup, was confidently guiding a team of experts through the hospital.

Before she could protest, Zachary approached them, greeting Jayceon with a nod. “Let’s go together. Mr. Melendez might know this person too.”

With their agreement, Arabella felt her resistance wane. The two cars set off towards the west side of the city, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.

An hour later, they arrived at the driveway of a standalone villa. As they parked, Arabella noticed Jayceon’s expression darkening, the lines on his face deepening with concern.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned to him, her voice soft but probing. “Do you know the owner of this house?”

When Jayceon remained silent, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. As she reached for the door to exit, he unbuckled his seatbelt and grasped her wrist firmly but tenderly.

Arabella turned back, catching a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes. “Jayceon, you promised me you wouldn’t interfere with my work,” she reminded him, her heart racing.

His gaze darkened momentarily before he released her hand, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them.

Oliver, the family’s trusted aide, respectfully led them into the living room, the air thick with anticipation and unresolved feelings.