Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 182

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 182**

Steve handed a steaming cup of coffee to Jayceon, the rich aroma wafting through the air, a momentary comfort in the midst of a busy day. Just then, a soft knock interrupted the brief silence in the room. A female assistant peeked in, her voice a mixture of uncertainty and urgency. “Mr. Vinson, there’s a lady here without an appointment. She says she’s here to drop something off for Mr. Melendez.”

Steve’s brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. “You’re stopping Mrs. Melendez? Hurry up and bring her in,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

The assistant nodded quickly, her eyes wide with surprise, and rushed out to fetch Georgina.

Jayceon, who had been engrossed in the contract before him, closed it with a decisive snap and rose from his chair. “Don’t worry about lunch for me, Steve. You can get back to your work,” he said, his voice calm but firm, as he prepared to face whatever might come next.

Just as Steve was about to exit the office, the door swung open, and in walked Georgina, her presence commanding attention as she carried a thermos with an air of purpose.

Jayceon’s gaze swept over her, taking in the carefully chosen attire that spoke of her meticulous nature. Instantly, a shadow crossed his features. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.

Georgina remained composed, her voice steady. “Jay, don’t get the wrong idea. Your wife was too busy with work, so she called and asked me to bring you some medicine. I also made some millet congee and brought it over.”

Steve, sensing the tension in the room, discreetly glanced at his boss, held his breath, and quietly slipped out, leaving the two alone.

Georgina placed the thermos on the coffee table with a soft thud, her eyes locking onto Jayceon’s. “Jay, your wife mentioned you haven’t been sleeping well lately. I specially added some chamomile to the congee. Let me get you some to try.”

Jayceon stood rooted by his desk, his expression darkening further. “Leave the medicine, take the congee with you,” he replied, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

Georgina felt her grip on the soup spoon tighten involuntarily, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features.

When she first returned to the country, even her most audacious actions had been tolerated by Jayceon, who had shown a surprising amount of patience. But now, it seemed that his tolerance was wearing thin, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the incident at the Omni Corp annual party. Her public call-out had caused a misunderstanding that had infuriated his grandfather and placed him in a precarious situation.

If it weren’t for Arabella, that woman who had entered their lives like a storm, Jayceon would have undoubtedly welcomed Georgina and her child with open arms, treating them with kindness and affection.

Stepping closer to Jayceon, Georgina ventured tentatively, “Jay, did I do something wrong again?”

His response was immediate and unyielding. “I’m not hungry. You can go now.”

The chilling finality in his words sent a shiver down Georgina’s spine. She didn’t dare to linger any longer, her heart pounding as she turned to leave, the thermos still in her hand, her visit lasting less than three minutes.

Once Georgina was gone, Jayceon leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of his desk, his shoulders sagging beneath an invisible weight. He closed his eyes, fatigue washing over him like a wave.

Arabella, undeterred, gestured for Georgina to take a seat. “I ran into Ms. Carrillo on my way here, so I invited her along to thank her for bringing me my medicine at noon,” she explained, her voice steady as she tried to diffuse the tension.

Jayceon’s dark eyes bore into Arabella, a mix of frustration and confusion swirling within him. “This was supposed to be a date for the two of us?”

In an attempt to soothe him, Arabella gently patted Jayceon’s back. “It’s okay, you’ll get used to it,” she said, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to his brewing storm.

As Arabella settled into her seat, Jayceon remained standing, his complex gaze fixed on her, searching for answers he feared he might not find.

Georgina, seated across from them, observed Jayceon’s reaction with keen interest, sensing the palpable tension that filled the space. Seeing that he remained standing, she tentatively rose from her chair. “Mrs. Melendez, maybe I should just go,” she suggested, feigning a willingness to leave.

Arabella, quick to respond, stood up to pull Georgina back down.

In a moment of impulse, Jayceon grasped Arabella’s wrist, his grip firm as he shot a glance at Georgina. He picked up the promotional gift he had prepared for Arabella and, without another word, pulled her out of the restaurant, leaving Georgina standing there, frozen in place.

As she watched them leave, her heart sank. The untouched meals for the couple sat on the table, a stark reminder of the unspoken emotions swirling around them, and she bit her lower lip, humiliated by the turn of events.