Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 175

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 175**

Georgina dared to steal a brief glance at Arabella, her heart racing with uncertainty.

Arabella approached Jayceon with a purposeful stride, her expression a mix of resolve and empathy. “You made a promise to Ms. Carrillo, and I know you feel for her as a victim. Trust me, I understand all too well what it’s like to love someone who seems forever out of reach. When no one else is around, you don’t need to maintain that distance. I recognize that it’s not easy for either of you,” she articulated, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of understanding.

As the two exchanged glances, the air thickened with unspoken words.

Arabella’s demeanor remained casual, but her eyes held a depth of seriousness that Jayceon couldn’t ignore.

He felt his hands clench into fists at his sides, a physical reaction he was unaware of until it was too late.

Slowly, his gaze drifted toward Georgina, and a flicker of coldness danced in his eyes, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave right now,” Georgina stammered, panic flooding her senses. She grabbed her bag in a flurry, her heart pounding as she made her hasty exit.

Watching Georgina’s hurried retreat, Arabella let out a soft sigh, a mix of sympathy and frustration.

Jayceon was ensnared in a web of worries, paralyzed by the weight of expectations and the fear of breaking through the barriers that stood between him and a future with Georgina and her child.

The elders of the Melendez family would rather see him remarry than accept Georgina and her little one, clinging to their outdated views of honor and tradition.

Georgina, for her part, hung on every word Jayceon uttered, too afraid to defy him, as if her very existence depended on his approval.

Arabella knew she had to intervene; if she didn’t, this fragile family of three would crumble under the pressure.

Reaching for an orange from the fruit basket, she peeled it with deft fingers, the citrus scent filling the air, and took a bite, savoring the sweetness.

Then, with a gentle smile, she extended the fruit toward Jayceon. “Ms. Carrillo bought this. It’s incredibly sweet; you should really try it,” she encouraged, her tone light, hoping to ease the tension.

Their eyes met once more, but instead of accepting the orange, Jayceon took hold of her hand, his grip firm yet tender.

“I’ll make sure she knows never to come near you again,” he declared, a hint of protectiveness in his voice.

Arabella calmly withdrew her hand, a small but significant gesture that spoke volumes.

Setting the orange down, she took a tissue and meticulously wiped her hands, the silence stretching between them. “Jayceon, I may have been overly dramatic earlier. Think about those affluent families from ancient times—was there ever one that didn’t have multiple wives or concubines? They managed to coexist without issue,” she reasoned, her voice steady and rational.

A heavy weight settled in Jayceon’s chest, as he gazed intently at Arabella, searching for meaning in her expression.

Arabella tossed the tissue into the bin, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and acceptance. “If this is my fate, then I’ll embrace whatever destiny has in store for me,” she stated, her voice unwavering.

Jayceon’s lips pressed together tightly, his focus on Arabella sharpening as he absorbed her words.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Jayceon suppressed the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I’ll help you with the cream,” he offered, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension.

Arabella gradually relaxed, loosening her grip on her collar and pulling the blanket up to cover her chest, a small act of vulnerability.

With careful movements, Jayceon lowered her pajamas, revealing the remnants of whip marks etched on her fair skin.

Though the wounds had begun to heal, their presence was a painful reminder of their shared past.

Jayceon moved with utmost caution, his voice tentative as he began, “Today in the hospital room…”

“I need to return to my parents’ place this afternoon, so please hurry,” Arabella interrupted, her tone clipped, a defensive mechanism kicking in.

She knew that when it came to Jayceon’s probing questions, her best strategy was often to say as little as possible to avoid revealing too much.

As evening fell, after dropping Arabella off at the Palmer family’s residence, Jayceon made his way to the apartment complex where Georgina lived.

When Georgina spotted him entering, her face lit up with excitement. “Jay, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed, rushing toward him, her enthusiasm palpable.

Jayceon’s gaze swept across the living room, landing on Georgina’s mother and child, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him as he prepared for the conversation that lay ahead.