Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 163

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

**Chapter 162**

The Palmer family had become an insatiable drain on Jayceon’s resources, their dependence on him palpable and suffocating. Georgina found herself grappling with a gnawing sense of inferiority. What was it about her that made her feel so small in comparison to Arabella? Why did that woman get to stand beside Jayceon, exuding an air of superiority, while Georgina felt relegated to the shadows?

With a simmering resentment bubbling beneath her surface, Georgina sought refuge behind a grand pillar at the entrance of the gala, her heart racing as she discreetly dialed Olivia’s number. The lively crowd around her began to disperse; Samuel was beckoned away, and Jayceon, with a firm grip, pulled Arabella aside, his demeanor shifting dramatically.

His dark, penetrating gaze bore into Arabella as he confronted her, “What were you trying to do just now?” The tension between them crackled like electricity in the air.

Arabella met his intensity with a candid smile, her voice steady as she replied, “I thought you two were on the brink of a long-overdue reunion, so I thought I’d give you a little nudge. I didn’t anticipate that your beloved would get cold feet.”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, shadows flickering across his features. “You seem to be handling this rather well.”

Arabella remained unfazed, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to his stormy emotions. “After spending so much time with Mr. Melendez, one’s perspective tends to expand.”

A heavy silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken words. Jayceon tightened his grip on Arabella’s hands, his chest rising and falling with barely contained anger. In that moment, he misread her intentions entirely; he thought she was simply jealous. Little did he know that her thoughts were consumed with plotting how to align him with Georgina instead.

From her vantage point, Arabella noticed the elderly Mrs. Walton making her way through the throng, flanked by a gaggle of admirers. With a composed smile, she gently withdrew her hand from Jayceon’s grasp. “You handle your business, Jayceon. I’ll go pay my respects to Mrs. Walton.”

Jayceon observed Arabella’s graceful departure, his heart tightening painfully in his chest. He instinctively reached out to adjust her shawl, his fingers brushing against her wrist. “I’m going to have a word with Mr. Walton. Please, don’t wander off when you step out.”

Arabella nodded, her mind swirling with confusion. It was as if Jayceon possessed two distinct personalities; one moment he was glaring at her, fury radiating from him, and the next, he was tenderly fixing her shawl, his concern evident.

Time passed, and after what felt like an eternity, Arabella emerged from the lounge where Mrs. Walton had been resting. She scanned the banquet hall, her heart sinking as she realized Jayceon was nowhere to be found. The clock struck ten-thirty, the hour growing late.

After exchanging polite farewells with the host, Arabella prepared to leave. The events of the evening weighed heavily on her mind; Georgina had been publicly humiliated by Samuel, the laughter of the crowd echoing in her ears. Jayceon must be devastated, likely preoccupied with comforting Georgina, leaving no time for her.

Just as she was about to step out, Olivia intercepted her at the entrance of the gala. “You’re Mr. Melendez’s wife, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone dripping with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

Arabella paused, meeting Olivia’s gaze with a nod.

Trailing behind them, Olivia kept a watchful eye, her curiosity piqued, while a gaggle of guests followed, hoping to ingratiate themselves.

The third floor housed suites designated for VIPs to retreat and rejuvenate. In one of those suites, Jayceon sat by the French windows, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Georgina emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and clad in a new outfit, her heart racing as she approached him cautiously. “Jay, I’ve changed. Thank you for helping me tonight.”

Jayceon turned, his expression inscrutable as he took in her appearance. “The driver is downstairs. You should head back now.”

He paused, then added, “And please, avoid using the main entrance.”

Georgina nodded obediently, yet her feet remained rooted to the spot. The thought of Arabella seeing her in her new clothes made her stomach churn.

Noticing Jayceon’s tumultuous expression, she seized the moment to apologize, her voice laced with sincerity. “Jay, I didn’t mean for tonight to cause any misunderstandings about our relationship. It was careless of me.”

Jayceon extinguished his cigarette, the glow fading into the night. “I know you didn’t intend for it to happen. I’m not blaming you.”