Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 153

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

**Chapter 153**

Arabella had scarcely finished her sentence when Jayceon stepped forward with an air of determination, reaching out to take the small vial of medicine from Georgina’s grasp.

“Georgina, you should get into the car first,” he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle.

Georgina cast a quick glance at Arabella, her eyes searching for reassurance, before she complied and slid into the back seat, waiting for Jayceon to join her.

With a soft click, Jayceon closed the car door behind him. As he turned back to face Arabella, he inadvertently clasped her hand along with the medicine, their fingers brushing together in a fleeting moment that sent a jolt through him.

“Don’t overthink things,” he said, attempting to infuse his words with a sense of calm. “I’ll be home in a little while.”

Arabella, however, calmly withdrew her hand from his grip, the warmth of his touch lingering in the air. “If it gets too late, don’t bother coming back,” she replied, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of emotion. “Just spend some quality time with them.”

Jayceon was captivated by Arabella’s expression, her calm demeanor and the gentle smile that graced her lips weighed heavily on his heart like a stone. It was as if the very air around him had thickened, making it difficult to draw a breath.

Noticing his hesitation, Arabella took the initiative, gently nudging him toward the car. “If you two aren’t ready to go public yet, just be careful not to get caught by the reporters. But don’t worry, I remember what’s in the prenuptial agreement. I won’t make a scene.”

“Arabella!”

Jayceon’s emotions were a tempest within him, swirling chaotically. He felt a desperate need to explain, to unravel the tangled web of feelings that had ensnared them both. Yet, he couldn’t bear to confront this version of Arabella, who seemed so composed and distant.

Frustration gnawed at him, a suffocating weight that made his heart race uncomfortably.

From her vantage point inside the car, Georgina observed Jayceon, his gaze fixated on Arabella, unmoving as if he were rooted to the spot.

She opened the car door, her voice breaking the tension. “Jay, our son is insisting on getting out of the car to find you. Can you please hurry up?”

With a reluctant glance back at Georgina, Jayceon finally released Arabella’s hand, the connection severed too abruptly.

He lowered his head, deliberately avoiding Arabella’s gaze, and murmured, “Go home and get some rest.”

Arabella stood by the roadside, her heart heavy as she watched Jayceon slide into the car and drive away, the taillights fading into the distance.

As the night deepened, a chill crept into the air, prompting her to pull her coat tighter around her shoulders. The sound of a sports car’s arrogant honk broke through her thoughts, drawing her attention.

Blaire leaned against the sleek vehicle, his hands braced against the windshield, a playful grin on his face. “Arabella, are there any fun places in Zelmere you can show me around?”

With a decisive flick of her wrist, Arabella tossed the medicine bag into a nearby trash can before climbing into Blaire’s sports car, eager for a distraction.

Samuel stared at her, momentarily lost for words, the weight of her statement hanging heavily in the air.

Meanwhile, in downtown Zelmere Square, the scene was bustling with holiday cheer.

Georgina stood outside the car, holding tightly to the child’s small hand. “Jay, aren’t you getting out?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency.

Christmas Eve had arrived, and she had finally managed to pull Jayceon away from Arabella. There was no way she would let him slip back into her grasp tonight.

Inside the car, Jayceon sat with his phone in hand, clearly distracted by the lively crowd outside. He frowned, glancing at Georgina. “Do you really want my relationship with Leandro to be public?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Georgina’s expression shifted dramatically, a storm brewing in her eyes.

Once she processed his question, she quickly scooped the child up and climbed into the car, her heart racing.

Before she could even settle into her seat, she launched into an accusatory tone, her voice rising. “Why would you even think such a terrible thought?”

Georgina continued, her indignation palpable. “After all, you’re not Leandro’s biological father. For you to acknowledge him is already unfair to your wife. I already feel guilty enough, so please stop testing me, okay?”

Seeing the tension in Jayceon’s brow ease just slightly, Georgina, feeling a twinge of guilt, attempted to shift the conversation. “There’s hardly anyone at the park today for Christmas. Just think of it as a Christmas present for Leandro. Can you watch him set off some fireworks for a little while?”