Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 179

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 179**

In a sudden burst, Blaire appeared, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Arabella, how on earth did you run into this ugly thing again?” His words hung in the atmosphere, and Georgina’s face instantly morphed into a mask of shock and disbelief.

Arabella turned her head to meet Blaire’s gaze, her expression steady but her heart racing. She then addressed Georgina with a calmness that belied her inner turmoil. “Ms. Carrillo, I assure you, this decision is one I’ve contemplated thoroughly. I won’t be retracting my words.”

Georgina, still visibly irked, felt a slight thawing in her icy demeanor as she processed Arabella’s steadfastness. With a deep breath, she attempted to regain her composure, her voice softer now. “Mrs. Melendez, I will extend my trust to you this one time.”

Watching Georgina retreat in haste, Arabella’s gaze turned impassive. Georgina was a woman of ambition, yet she wore her timidity like a cloak, never daring to act impulsively or challenge the formidable Jayceon. And Jayceon—he was a master strategist, a man whose ruthlessness knew no bounds, always ensuring he remained in control of every situation. Arabella realized that if she wished to reach her aspirations, she might have to step into the role of the antagonist.

With a swift motion, Arabella pushed Blaire’s arm away from her shoulder. “Blaire, could you arrange to meet me at the hospital tomorrow morning?”

Blaire cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I can do that, but I just moved into a new place. You really should come see it. I’m concerned that the bad Geomancy might disrupt my sleep.”

Arabella raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. “I’m a doctor, not a Geomancy expert.”

Blaire, undeterred, tugged at her arm with a playful insistence. “That doesn’t matter! All I need is for you to help me sleep soundly. That’s what counts.”

“Blaire, I came here with my colleague. Please, let me go inside to greet them.” Arabella protested, struggling against Blaire’s playful grip as he pulled her toward the exit of the hotel.

Once they were inside Blaire’s modified sports car, the engine purred to life, and Arabella quickly dialed Zachary, needing to explain her sudden change of plans. The sleek vehicle sped through the streets, eventually arriving at The Azure Bay Estates, where it came to a halt just outside the building where Arabella resided.

As she opened the car door and stepped out, Arabella shot Blaire an incredulous look. “Blaire, I’m a married woman. Are you really moving into my building? Have you lost your mind?”

Blaire chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “If I weren’t a little crazy, why would I be seeking you out?”

He ushered her into the elevator, pressing the button for the eleventh floor with a flourish. When the doors slid open, he announced triumphantly, “I just bought this apartment! Surprised? I bet you didn’t see that coming!”

Arabella’s mouth twitched in response to his exuberance. It was indeed a shock. She and Jayceon resided on the ninth floor, while Samuel was just a floor above them on the thirteenth. And now, this troll had taken the eleventh. Things were about to get very interesting.

Arthur raised his hands in mock innocence. “It’s just a habit. Next time, give me a heads-up earlier.”

Arabella sighed, exasperated. Whatever. At worst, she’d have to deal with another argument with Jayceon when she returned home. Right now, her focus was on her ‘provider,’ the one who supported her.

Her gaze drifted to the large bed, and she inquired, “Do you have any other colors for the bedding?”

Arthur pointed toward the closet with a shrug.

Arabella rummaged through the contents for a moment, finally discovering a fresh set of bedding. She tossed it onto the bed with a decisive motion. “Change the bedding, get rid of that incense stick on the table, and swap out the tech wall panel by the bed.”

Arthur picked up a pillow and plopped down on the nightstand, feigning nonchalance. “I’m not sure how to tackle this stuff.”

Arabella regarded him quietly for a beat, then rolled up her sleeves and began to help him change the sheets and duvet cover, determined to create a space that would foster peace and rest.