Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Life in the modern world moved at an unrelenting pace, filled with endless stress and pressure. More and more people found themselves struggling with less-than-ideal health, and among these issues, sleep disturbances stood out as an especially pressing concern.

Arabella realized that if she concentrated her efforts on this particular area, she could carve out a unique reputation for herself. Keeping busy would also serve as a distraction, preventing her from ruminating over her personal difficulties.

A small sense of relief settled over her, as if a weight had momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

That evening, after sharing a quiet dinner with her parents, Arabella returned to the apartment she shared with Jayceon. To her surprise, he was already there.

As she slipped off her shoes, he rose and offered to get her some water. “How’s your mom’s recovery going?” he asked gently.

She accepted the glass he handed her but placed it on the table without taking a sip. Jayceon always matched the affectionate terms she used when referring to her parents, a subtle but constant reminder of his skill in maintaining appearances.

She pulled out the bank card and handed it over. “Here’s the money you sent to my parents over the years. I went through it carefully. It’s short by more than fifty thousand dollars, but the rest is all here. They want me to return it.”

Jayceon made a vague sound of acknowledgment and took the card without much expression.

Standing, she added, “They’ll be moving out soon. The luxury apartment downtown will be returned to you as well.”

He sat back down on the sofa, idly fiddling with the card. His gaze met hers, and again, he made a sound that neither confirmed nor denied her words.

Without another word, she headed upstairs, leaving him behind in the living room.

Her family’s bankruptcy had been catastrophic, but Jayceon had stepped in and paid off more than 150 million dollars of their debts. No matter how much she returned now, she knew she could never repay that enormous sum.

As he followed her upstairs, she was emerging from the bedroom carrying a pillow and a quilt, heading toward the guest room.

He closed the bedroom door behind him, approached, and gently took the bedding from her hands.

“Until we’re officially divorced, you sleep in this bed,” Jayceon reminded her firmly.

She turned to face him, and before she could say anything, he pulled her into his arms. Their eyes locked, and his voice softened. “Be reasonable. Don’t overthink everything.”

The pain she saw in her own eyes must have touched him deeply because he leaned in and kissed her.

Arabella quickly turned away, anger flashing across her face. Frustrated, Jayceon pushed her gently onto the bed, placing a pillow beneath her head.

Just then, his phone rang.

He slipped the pillow out from under her and rolled off the bed to answer the call.

Arabella struggled to sit up, her emotions swirling.

The way he silenced the phone so abruptly irritated her deeply.

Without thinking, she threw a pillow at him. “Is it her?” she demanded.

Jayceon’s expression darkened.

Arabella reached for his phone, but he pulled it away.

The persistent buzzing finally pushed her over the edge. She fumbled with the buttons of his pajama top.

Jayceon pushed her hand away firmly.

Losing all control, Arabella clawed at his clothes. “You wanted this! Why stop now?!”

“Arabella, enough!” he snapped sharply.

He set the phone down, lifted her up, and laid her back on the bed.

Holding her arms firmly, he said, “You don’t have to leave. I will. I’ll come back once you’ve calmed down.”

Noticing the tension in his expression, she covered her chest modestly, coughing weakly as she took the bags from his hands.

“Jay, I’m sorry for running a fever now,” she murmured apologetically.

He found the thermometer and urged her, “Let’s check your temperature. If it’s too high, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“I called so late,” she said with regret. “Won’t your wife be angry?”

“She won’t be,” Jayceon replied, shaking his head firmly.

“Should I call and explain?” Georgina asked hesitantly.

He began unpacking the food piece by piece. “Don’t worry about her. She’s probably asleep.”

Jayceon glanced at the thermometer: 37.8°C.

As he set it down, his eyes inadvertently swept over Georgina’s revealing nightgown. Without thinking, he picked up a light throw blanket and draped it over her shoulders.

Preparing to leave, he said, “Eat something, then take your medicine.”

Georgina adjusted the blanket awkwardly. “Jay, my son is with my mother. It’s pouring outside. Driving back won’t be safe. Maybe you should stay the night.”

Jayceon’s face darkened as he stared at her.

Quickly, she added, “It’s so late, and you have work tomorrow. I’m worried you won’t get enough sleep.”

He stopped and faced her squarely. “Gina,” he said firmly, “don’t ever suggest I stay over again.”

Georgina looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Why, Jay? You stayed with me all night at the hospital before. That was fine.”

Weariness was etched into his features as he absorbed her words.