Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 390

**Chapter 390**

Confronted with the simmering fury radiating from Arabella, Jayceon’s voice emerged as a soft whisper, barely breaking the tense silence. “I made you something to eat. Would you prefer I carry you downstairs, or should I bring it up here for you?”

Arabella’s response was ice-cold, her gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. “Jayceon, ever since you decided to bake that blueberry cake for Georgina, I refuse to eat anything you make!”

The mention of Georgina was a familiar sting, a wound that Jayceon had hoped would heal with time but now felt as raw as it had the first day.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, suppressing the twisting pain that gripped his chest and the knot of discomfort that churned in his stomach. Composure was essential.

After a brief silence, he lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Arabella, and in a voice that was low and hoarse, he asked, “Are you done pretending?”

Arabella shot back, her voice laced with defiance, “Did you bring me here to imprison me?”

Jayceon, sensing her agitation, gently adjusted the blanket that had slipped down, pulling it higher over her body. “No one will disturb us here. Let’s both take a moment to calm down and have a proper conversation.”

Arabella’s frustration boiled over. “Jayceon, I have nothing to discuss with you. I want to go back!” Her voice trembled, revealing the turmoil beneath her bravado.

Jayceon’s tone softened, a hint of desperation creeping in. “Promise me you won’t see Franklin anymore, and I’ll take you back right now.”

Their eyes locked, each searching for a flicker of understanding in the other’s gaze.

Arabella, in a sudden burst of anger, seized a pillow and hurled it at Jayceon. “Jayceon, you have no right to meddle in my private life!”

With a fierce determination, she declared, “Even if I die alone, I will never return to you!”

Jayceon remained seated at the edge of the bed, a silent sentinel as Arabella unleashed her fury upon him, her words like arrows aimed straight for his heart.

Once she had vented her frustrations, he leaned down, retrieving the pillow from the floor with a heavy heart.

Standing beside the bed, he held the pillow in his hands, his voice barely above a whisper. “You really won’t forgive me?”

Her gaze pierced through him with unwavering strength. “Forgive you? How could I ever face the person I used to be?”

Arabella continued, her voice steady but filled with pain. “Jayceon, you’ve already brought me here against my will. I have only this one life. I would rather die than ever forgive you!”

Inside, Jayceon wrestled with his emotions, his fingers tightening around the pillow as a tremor coursed through him.

They stood in a heavy silence, both caught in an emotional stalemate, the air thick with unspoken words.

After what felt like an eternity, Jayceon finally set the pillow down and turned to exit the room.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, Jayceon’s voice softened. “Even if you’re angry with me, don’t play games with your health. Eat something so you have the strength to fight me.”

The coldness in Arabella’s gaze was palpable. “Jayceon, don’t flatter yourself. I simply can’t stomach anything you’ve prepared. It disgusts me!”

They stared at each other, the tension thickening the air around them. Jayceon slowly released her, but Arabella turned away once more, dismissing him entirely.

Frustration bubbled within him, his pride wounded by her rejection.

He hadn’t truly grasped the depth of his mistakes; he was simply struggling with the absence of her presence, his possessiveness flaring up like a flame.

Jayceon sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought as he observed Arabella’s still form, her back a barrier he felt powerless to breach.

“Arabella, I’m asking you one last time. Are you going to eat or not?” he implored, desperation creeping into his voice.

Arabella lay quietly, her back turned, offering him no response, her silence a fortress he couldn’t penetrate.

Jayceon’s breath quickened, a mix of anxiety and determination flooding his senses. In a sudden, impulsive move, he leaned over, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him, forcing her upright in his embrace.

With one arm securing her, he raised the bowl of Millet Porridge to her lips, determined to break through her defenses.