Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 186

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 186**

The moment the little boy spotted Jayceon, pure joy lit up his face as he dashed over, his small arms wrapping around Jayceon’s leg.

“Daddy~” he chirped, the affection in his voice ringing out like music.

Jayceon looked down, his heart momentarily softening at the sight of Leandro clinging to him, calling him “Dad.” But as the reality of the situation dawned on him, his expression darkened, shadows flickering across his features.

He had never anticipated that Arabella would go to such lengths, inviting Georgina and her son into their home, entwining their lives in such a way.

Arthur, taken aback by the unexpected encounter, gasped audibly. The little boy’s innocent presence startled him, and he instinctively leapt behind Arabella, resembling a startled monkey. Pointing at Leandro, he exclaimed, “Bella, is this the little clown your husband had with that ugly thing?”

Arabella shot Arthur a glare, her brow furrowing. “Mr. Arthur, please refrain from speaking nonsense. My husband’s son is not ugly at all,” she retorted, her voice firm yet laced with an underlying tension.

Samuel, unable to contain himself, erupted into laughter, a loud ‘pfft’ escaping his lips, which only added fuel to the fire of the awkward situation.

Georgina, her anger simmering just beneath the surface, glared at Arthur with fierce intensity. But she remained silent, unwilling to engage in a verbal sparring match. Instead, she cautiously approached Jayceon, her expression softening as she spoke. “Jay, Mrs. Melendez invited us over as guests. I hope we’re not disturbing you, are we?”

Jayceon, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him, pushed Leandro away gently yet firmly. His gaze turned icy as it met Georgina’s.

He pulled Arabella aside, his voice low and tense. “Arabella, what on earth are you trying to do?”

Clearing her throat, Arabella responded, “It’s not like you don’t know them. Why the dramatic reaction?”

Jayceon’s deep-set eyes bore into Arabella, searching for understanding. “So, this is the surprise you were talking about?” he asked, each word dripping with disbelief and frustration.

Arabella nodded earnestly, her expression serious. “Look, you usually sneak around to see them like a thief, terrified your grandpa will find out. Now that I’ve taken the child as my godson, your son can openly call you ‘Dad’ without worrying about anyone overhearing.”

The expression on Jayceon’s face twisted into a mask of anger and disbelief. He stared at Arabella, incredulous. “Arabella, do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

With a calm demeanor, Arabella tried to soothe him. “Jayceon, don’t react like this. It’s not as if the child has never called you ‘Dad’ before. If anyone questions it, just say he’s my godson. You can shift all the blame onto me.”

“Arabella, I never intended to give this child any official status, let alone publicize my relationship with him!” Jayceon’s voice rose, frustration spilling over.

Arabella let out a resigned sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She stood on her tiptoes, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You don’t have to be so cautious. I had them move upstairs to make it easier for you to meet. Even if you spend every day up there taking care of them, it won’t be easy for others to find out.”

Jayceon’s chest heaved with emotion, and with a dark expression, he pushed Arabella away.

“Let’s eat, let’s eat!” Arabella exclaimed, her voice brightening the atmosphere as she ushered everyone toward the dining room.

Noticing Jayceon still standing there like a statue, Arabella approached him, taking his arm gently. “They’re already here, so let’s eat first. If you think something’s wrong, we can discuss it tonight.”

Jayceon’s eyes narrowed with skepticism. “Are you sure?”

With sincerity shining in her gaze, Arabella took his hand and placed it on her chest. “I’m being sincere.”

Cyrano chimed in, unable to hold back his impatience, “The kid said he’s hungry. Are you going to feed him or not?”

Samuel added, “You adults can sort out your own problems later. The kid is already here; can’t you show a little hospitality?”

Jayceon’s gaze swept over the two individuals blocking the entrance to the dining room, and his frustration mounted further.

Arabella, determined, half-dragged, half-coaxed Jayceon into the dining room. No matter what, she was resolute in her mission to make Jayceon publicly acknowledge being called ‘Dad.’

Once everyone was settled, Arabella stood up, raising her glass high. “From now on, we’re all neighbors. We should visit each other often. Let’s have a toast!”