Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 219

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 219**

Julian inquired with a hint of curiosity, “The Blaire you mentioned, is he the youngest member of the Rockwell family?”

Arabella affirmed with a nod, her expression softening. “Yes, he is indeed the youngest son of the European conglomerate known as Blaire. I began treating him in Brazoria over six months ago, and I’m pleased to say he’s nearly fully recovered now.”

As she spoke, Arabella noticed the tension in Julian’s demeanor begin to fade, and a sense of determination surged within her. Gathering her courage, she approached him, kneeling gracefully beside his legs, her heart racing with the proximity.

Looking up into Julian’s eyes, she said, “Julian, from this point forward, Dr. Johnson and I will be visiting you on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons.”

Julian met her gaze and nodded, appearing to absorb her words with a newfound openness.

Arabella continued, her voice steady, “Based on your previous medication regimen, we’ll initiate our sessions with a twenty-minute counseling discussion. Following that, we’ll incorporate a blend of acupuncture, herbal treatments, sound bath therapy, and dietary adjustments. Our goal is to help you lessen your dependency on medication, and we sincerely hope for your cooperation in this journey.”

In that moment, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

**Chapter 219**

Julian nodded once more, a flicker of acceptance in his expression.

Arabella felt a wave of relief wash over her, a secret sigh escaping her lips.

By the time they exited Vance Manor, the clock was nearing nine o’clock.

Dr. Johnson, a grown man with a sense of propriety, felt a pang of guilt for relying on a woman like Arabella to drive him home day after day. He turned to her and said, “Director Palmer, you can just drop me off a little further ahead. I’ll catch a cab from there.”

But Arabella dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. “It’s really not a problem at all. The dean assured us that our travel expenses to Vance Manor will be fully reimbursed. Plus, your wife is still in postpartum confinement. Me driving you saves time for both of us. We’re colleagues, so please, let’s keep things casual.”

Resolute, Arabella insisted on escorting Devonte Johnson all the way to his community gate before she made her way home.

Upon arriving back at her place, Arabella spotted Jayceon on the balcony, engaged in a phone conversation, his expression serious.

She walked into the dining room and noticed a casserole dish waiting on the table. Curiously, she reached out to touch it; the warmth radiated from it, a stark contrast to her own cold feelings.

Yet, despite the inviting aroma, Arabella found herself devoid of appetite.

After a quick shower, she began gathering her belongings, preparing to move into the small bedroom adjacent to her own.

However, as she approached the bedroom door, Jayceon stood there, blocking her path.

His face was set in a grim expression as he snatched the pillow from her arms, then firmly grasped her wrist, pulling her back into the bedroom.

With a decisive motion, he tossed the pillow onto the bed and turned to face Arabella, his eyes searching hers as he posed a question that hung heavily in the air. “If a husband and wife sleep in separate rooms, can they still be considered a couple?”

Arabella, feeling the weight of his words, extended her hand, palm up in a gesture of concession. “Alright, we don’t have to sleep apart. Just hand me the medical report.”

Jayceon, taking her hand, placed it on his chest, the warmth of his body contrasting with the tension between them. “I’m right here. If you think I’m unwell, you can check for yourself.”

Arabella couldn’t suppress a laugh at his boldness. “You want me to put myself at risk? Who’s the one truly sick here, you or me?”

Yet, she felt no need to defend her actions.

With a swift motion, she threw the pillow down, rising to her full height as she approached Jayceon, her eyes blazing with intensity.

“She’s willing to be your mistress and sleep with you, isn’t it all just for money?” Arabella declared, her voice unwavering. “So what if I confronted her? If you’re so sympathetic towards her, you can confront me too. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Jayceon was momentarily at a loss, struggling to navigate this fiery side of Arabella.

“Arabella,” he began, his voice softer now, “I just want to discuss this properly. Can we not escalate the situation?”

But Arabella’s temper flared, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of anger.

With a sudden shove, she pushed Jayceon away, her voice fierce and clear. “Am I the one escalating things, or are you two testing my limits? You know the answer deep down!”

She picked up the pillow again, her gaze steely. “From now on, we’re sleeping separately!”

As she turned to leave, Jayceon instinctively wrapped his arms around her, desperation in his grip.

Arabella fought against him with all her strength, her voice rising in protest. “Don’t touch me!”

In a hushed tone, Jayceon relented, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He finally released her, bending down to retrieve the pillow from the floor, placing it beside the bed before stepping out of the bedroom, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.