Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 200

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

**Chapter 200**

With a hint of hesitation, Georgina spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Jay, would you mind drinking this for me?”

Jayceon, seemingly unfazed by her request, didn’t voice any objections. Arabella, however, shot a quick glance at Georgina, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. “I’ll speak on behalf of my husband. Go ahead, pour him a drink,” she urged, her tone firm yet protective.

Georgina, clutching the small vial tightly in her trembling hand, nodded vigorously, her heart racing in her chest.

Arabella, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, speared a piece of fruit with a toothpick and brought it to Jayceon’s lips. But to her surprise, he calmly pushed her hand away, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

Kimberly, who had been observing the exchange with keen interest, suddenly interjected, her voice sharp and accusatory, “What are you hiding in your hand?”

Georgina, already on edge and feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on her, jumped at Kimberly’s words. In her panic, the medicine bag slipped from her grasp, tumbling down to land at Jayceon’s feet.

Arabella and Georgina exchanged a frantic glance, both instinctively lunging for the bag that now lay ominously on the floor.

Jayceon, quick on the uptake, bent down and retrieved it before either of them could reach it.

A crowd quickly gathered around, curiosity etched on their faces. “What is it?” they asked in unison, the tension in the air palpable.

Jayceon’s gaze drifted slowly to Arabella, and he locked eyes with her, his voice steady as he replied, “Something good.”

Before anyone could process his words, he casually slipped the item into his pocket, leaving the room in stunned silence.

Arabella felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. All the effort she had put into this evening, and this was the outcome?

Georgina’s complexion paled further, the fear evident in her wide eyes as she trembled, unsure of her next move.

Kimberly, her voice rising in indignation, pointed an accusing finger at Georgina. “You deceitful witch! What were you trying to sneak into my brother’s drink?”

Feeling cornered and exposed under the harsh spotlight of Kimberly’s accusations, Georgina turned to Arabella, silently pleading for assistance.

Arabella quickly stood up, her voice rising above the chaos. “Kim, you must have seen it wrong. I dropped that thing,” she insisted, desperate to shield Georgina’s reputation.

Jayceon’s friends surrounded them, and Arabella knew she had to protect Georgina’s image at all costs. Jayceon’s idealized view of Georgina could not be shattered, not here, not now.

Kimberly, however, was not so easily swayed. “Sister-in-law, you can’t be serious! I know what I saw. She was trying to put something in my brother’s drink. Just have him take out what he picked up, and we’ll get to the bottom of this!”

Samuel, ever the peacemaker, was the first to step in, pulling Kimberly aside. He whispered urgently, “Georgina is the mother of your brother’s child, remember? Don’t make this worse for him.”

Seeing that Samuel had managed to calm Kimberly down, Arabella let out a silent sigh of relief.

This troll never seemed to grasp the concept of taking things from others with a sense of guilt.

Worried that Arabella might be feeling down, Samuel decided to wrap up the gathering early. He ushered Kimberly, Arabella, and the troll along, suggesting they go for a late-night snack to lift their spirits.

Meanwhile, just a short distance away, on a roadside near the Empire Club, a sleek black Bentley eased to a stop in a temporary parking space.

Inside the plush back seat of the luxury vehicle, Georgina was a bundle of nerves, beads of cold sweat forming on her brow.

Before Jayceon could utter a word, she blurted out, “Jay, I’m so sorry. I should have told you about all of this sooner.”

Noticing Jayceon’s tense expression and his heavy silence, Georgina felt her heart race. She quickly fished out her phone, opening the chat with Arabella.

“Look, your wife sent me this message. She even gave me that packet of drugs. Your wife threatened me, saying I had to drug your drink, or she’d have your grandpa toss me onto an island to fend for myself!” she exclaimed, desperation lacing her voice.

Jayceon rolled down the car window halfway, letting the night air flow in, and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up into the dim light of the interior.

He leaned back against the headrest, his eyelids half-closed, exhaling the smoke in silence.

The longer Jayceon remained quiet, the more Georgina’s anxiety spiraled out of control.