Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 166

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 166**

Jayceon turned his head, his piercing gaze locking onto Arabella’s face, an unreadable expression etched across his features. “Are you satisfied now?” he inquired, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

Arabella met Jayceon’s intense stare with an unwavering calmness that belied the turmoil within her.

With a gravity she had never displayed before, she responded, “I’m helping you.”

As her words settled between them, Jayceon’s demeanor began to shift, a coldness creeping into his expression.

He felt an instinctive urge to tighten his grip on Arabella’s hand, a physical connection that seemed to tether them in this moment.

“Georgina just said it out of habit,” he explained, his tone attempting to soothe the tension. “She hasn’t gotten used to the change yet. She didn’t mean to provoke you.”

Arabella, feeling a surge of frustration, forcefully withdrew her hand from his grasp. “If it’s such a habit, then don’t change it. You don’t have to make excuses for her. I’m just a cover for you two. I know my place.”

A dark shadow crossed Jayceon’s face, his expression transforming into something terrifying.

His eyes remained fixed on Arabella, searching for any sign of weakness.

“Arabella, if that’s how you insist on seeing it, then fine,” he replied, his voice low and edged with a simmering intensity.

Despite Jayceon’s lack of clarity, Arabella maintained her composure, an inner strength radiating from her.

She held his gaze, her voice steady as she declared, “I’m moved by your and Georgina’s love—it’s a real two-way street. I genuinely want to help you two be together.”

The air in the cramped back seat of the luxury vehicle felt thick and stifling, as if the very atmosphere was charged with their unspoken thoughts.

Jayceon felt an invisible weight pressing against his chest, making each breath a struggle.

His heart raced, and a dangerous vibe radiated from him, warning her to keep her distance.

“Arabella, my tolerance for you has its limits,” he warned, his voice a low growl.

Arabella sighed, her tone deceptively innocent. “I just meant well but ended up making a mess. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Jayceon’s anger simmered beneath the surface, his breathing becoming noticeably heavy and strained.

With a dark scowl, he reminded her, “If anything happens to Georgina and the baby, I won’t let you off the hook.”

Arabella placed a hand on her chest, her expression earnest. “You can rest assured on that. If Grandpa blames us, I’ll take the fall. I’ll never let your beloved woman get hurt.”

Their eyes locked, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Jayceon gritted his teeth, each word deliberate and heavy with meaning. “I hope you’re not just saying that out of anger.”

Arabella’s voice held a firmness that brooked no argument. “I do what I say.”

In that moment, Jayceon held an advantage over her, a power dynamic that restrained her from pushing back.

Yet, the reality of Jayceon and Georgina’s relationship hung in the air like a secret whispered among shadows.

Georgina’s desperation to solidify her position was palpable; she needed to find a way to assert herself.

At the entrance of the villa, maids and bodyguards stood in two neat rows, their respect palpable in the air.

Georgina trailed behind Oliver, her nerves apparent as she entered the living room, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

As she caught sight of Jayceon holding Arabella’s hand tightly, standing side by side, jealousy flared within her, igniting a fire of resentment.

If it weren’t for that insufferable Arabella, she thought bitterly, she would be the one whose hand Jayceon was holding, leading her into the Melendez family estate with pride.

Inside the grand main hall of the Melendez home, the old master sat at the head of the room, his presence commanding and authoritative.

Jayceon’s parents occupied the seats of honor beneath the old master, their expressions unreadable.

The mansion’s head of security stood at the door, waiting with a respectful demeanor, the silence in the vast living room almost suffocating.

Samuel lingered at a distance, hesitating to move forward.

Seeing this, Kimberly dared not advance any further, her anxiety palpable.

When Oliver came to a halt, Georgina mirrored his action, her heart racing.

Jayceon led Arabella towards the elder, a sense of duty in his stride.

The old master exchanged a knowing glance with Oliver, who then prompted Georgina, “Ms. Carrillo, please step forward and speak.”

With a nervous swallow, Georgina walked hesitantly to Jayceon’s side, her courage faltering as she dared not take another step forward.