Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 391

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**
**Chapter 391**

Jayceon found himself in a battle of wills, attempting to coax Arabella into eating the Millet Porridge he had prepared. He held the bowl with a mix of hope and desperation, but Arabella was resolute, her lips pressed tightly together as she fought against his efforts.

In a swift, chaotic moment, the bowl slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the floor with a crash that echoed through the room. The Millet Porridge splattered across both of them, a messy testament to their struggle, while the bowl lay shattered, fragments glinting like tiny stars on the floor.

Arabella turned her head defiantly, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “Jayceon, I would rather starve to death than eat anything you make!” Her voice was firm, each word laced with a fierce determination that made it clear she would not be swayed.

Jayceon felt a pang in his chest at her words. His heart was already in pieces, aching from the weight of their situation. He struggled to keep his composure, wrestling with his emotions as he forced the words out. “If you won’t eat, then don’t. But I’m taking you to the bathroom to clean up.”

Before she could protest, he scooped her up into his arms, her small frame fitting against him as he carried her toward the bathroom. The air was thick with tension, and he could feel her resistance, but he was determined to see this through.

Once inside the bathroom, he set her down gently. “Are you going to wash up yourself, or should I help you?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

Arabella sensed the restraint in his tone, the way he was holding back, but she chose to ignore it completely. She was aware that her absence would worry her family, but she figured a few days wouldn’t make much difference in the grand scheme of things. However, Jayceon was shouldering the weight of the Melendez group’s responsibilities, and she knew he couldn’t afford to waste time here with her.

“I’ll wash myself,” she said firmly, pushing him toward the bathroom door.

Jayceon’s eyes narrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. “I’m giving you half an hour. If you’re not out by then, I’ll break the door down,” he warned, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Arabella locked the door behind her, a small act of defiance that made her heart race. Outside, Jayceon activated a timer on his phone, the ticking sound a reminder of the limited time they had.

Half an hour passed slowly. Arabella took her time in the shower, letting the warm water wash over her, but when she emerged, she changed into her pajamas and sat quietly on the toilet, her mind racing with thoughts of Jayceon and their escalating conflict. She waited for the inevitable sound of him breaking down the door, her heart pounding in anticipation.

“Arabella?” His voice came from the other side, a mixture of concern and impatience.

She picked at her fingernails, refusing to respond.

“Arabella, are you done?” His voice was tinged with worry now, but she remained silent, as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

For what felt like an eternity, Jayceon lingered in the bathroom, lost in his thoughts, unable to bring himself to leave.

Meanwhile, Arabella lay quietly on the bed, her mind racing but her body unwilling to move. Sleep eluded her, and she found herself staring at the ceiling, contemplating the chaos of the evening.

Later that night, as she prepared for bed, Jayceon placed a glass of warm milk on her nightstand. “I didn’t make the milk. You can drink it now, right?” he said, attempting to bridge the chasm that had grown between them.

Arabella, propped up against the headboard, closed the magazine she had been reading. “Anything you’ve touched, I find disgusting,” she replied, her voice dripping with disdain.

Before she could fully process her words, Jayceon was upon her, pinning her beneath him with a fierce determination. He propped himself up with one hand beside her, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. The corners of his eyes glimmered with unshed emotion as he lost control.

“Arabella, from start to finish, you’re the only woman I’ve ever been with. I’ll prove to you right now just how clean I am!” he declared, his voice a low growl.

Before she could react, his lips crashed down onto hers, igniting a fire between them. Arabella struggled, panic rising within her as she tried to prevent him from unbuttoning her pajamas. But the moment he touched her, all sense of restraint vanished, and the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in a whirlwind of passion and chaos.