Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 208

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

**Chapter 208**

Jayceon averted his gaze, his silence hanging heavily in the air. Arabella, feeling the tension, reached out and grasped his arm tightly. “I’m asking you a question,” she insisted, her voice tinged with impatience.

For what felt like an eternity, Jayceon remained quiet, his thoughts swirling in a tumult of emotions. Finally, he broke his silence, his tone measured. “We’ll talk about it at home.”

Arabella’s heart raced as she processed his response. She scrutinized his expression, searching for clues, but the more she looked, the more frustrated she became. With a huff, she turned her head away, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

Once they arrived home, Jayceon slipped into the bathroom without uttering another word, leaving Arabella feeling a mix of confusion and irritation.

In the solitude of the bathroom, Jayceon took it upon himself to prepare a warm bath for Arabella. He laid out a plush towel, a soft bath sheet, and her favorite pajamas, each item carefully placed as if to convey his affection.

Arabella stood at the threshold, her heart fluttering at this unexpected display of thoughtfulness. This was a side of Jayceon she had never encountered before. She was unaccustomed to him coming home promptly from work, eagerly awaiting dinner with her. Nor had she ever experienced the warmth of his hand enveloping hers as they walked side by side, unbothered by the curious glances of her colleagues.

Yet, it was his meticulous care that truly astonished her. Each gesture felt like a revelation, a glimpse into a part of him that had remained hidden.

Pushed gently into the bathroom by Jayceon, Arabella tossed aside the towel he offered her, frustration bubbling over. “Jayceon, what is your relationship with the Vance family and with Julian?” she demanded, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

Jayceon, kneeling down, picked up the towel with a sigh. “We’ll talk after you shower,” he replied, his tone both calm and evasive.

Arabella shot back, her voice sharp, “Why don’t you just wait until I’m dead to talk?”

With a fleeting glance at her, Jayceon turned and exited the bathroom, leaving her alone with her swirling thoughts.

Wincing from the pain in her injured palm, Arabella hurriedly washed up, her mind racing with questions. Emerging from the bathroom, she made her way to the living room, where she found Jayceon meticulously laying out the contents of the first-aid kit on the coffee table.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Arabella approached him, her voice rising with urgency. “Jayceon, are you going to tell me or what?”

Their eyes locked, and in a surprising move, Jayceon took hold of her wrist, guiding her to sit on the sofa. He held her wrist firmly in one hand while in the other, he grasped a disinfectant cotton swab. “Technically, Julian is my uncle,” he stated, his words carrying an unexpected weight.

Arabella’s heart sank as she absorbed the weight of his words. “That’s terrible…”

Jayceon continued, his voice low and serious. “After Julian’s mother committed suicide, Theodore fell gravely ill and never truly recovered. To rebuild the Vance family legacy, Julian took a monumental risk, partnering with an international business association. He quickly amassed a substantial amount of startup capital, founded a new company, and spent years legitimizing it.”

He paused briefly, letting the gravity of the situation settle before continuing. “A little over a year ago, he was ambushed by an unknown group in Country M. He barely escaped with his life, but not without injuring his leg. It’s likely he’s returned to the country in secret for treatment.”

Jayceon’s expression turned grave as he reached for Arabella’s hand. “The reason I’m sharing all of this with you is that I want you to be cautious. As his attending physician, you’re not just dealing with his illness and volatile temperament—there’s real danger involved!”

Arabella searched Jayceon’s eyes, her heart racing. “Are you trying to stop me from treating Julian?”

Jayceon met her gaze, the intensity of his eyes piercing through her. “Would it make a difference if I tried?”

They held each other’s gaze, and a sarcastic smile crept onto Arabella’s lips. “Stopping me won’t work, but you have your ways. You could always threaten me, right?”

Jayceon frowned, releasing her hand as he turned to tidy up the first-aid kit. “I told you I wouldn’t treat you like that again, and I absolutely won’t.”