Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 221

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 221**

Jayceon leaned heavily against the cool, sterile wall of the hospital, squeezing his eyes shut as if to block out the chaos swirling around him. The weight of the day pressed down on him like a heavy fog, suffocating and relentless. He needed a moment—just a fleeting second—to collect his thoughts and steady his racing heart. The emotional turmoil within him was palpable, a tempest of anxiety and uncertainty that threatened to spill over.

Meanwhile, Arabella swept into the hospital with an air of determination, her mind racing with the responsibilities that awaited her. The familiar buzz of the bustling workplace enveloped her, yet her thoughts were consumed by the tasks ahead. But as she glanced at her computer screen, her focus shifted dramatically. Jayceon had booked a Specialist Appointment for himself. Her brows furrowed in frustration, a mixture of concern and annoyance bubbling to the surface. Why would he go to such lengths?

Just then, a soft knock interrupted her spiraling thoughts. The door creaked open, and there stood Jayceon, his presence commanding yet vulnerable. Arabella’s expression hardened instinctively. “Jayceon,” she said, her voice laced with irritation, “if you’ve come here to stir up trouble, I’d prefer if you waited until after hours.”

His reply was steady, almost surprising. “I’m not here to cause issues. I need a check-up.” The calmness in his voice caught her off guard, sending a ripple of confusion through her.

A momentary silence enveloped them, and Arabella felt a strange chill. This was a man who had always shunned medical help; what had prompted this sudden change? Had her earlier words struck a chord deep within him? Had she been too harsh in her earlier reprimands?

After a brief pause, she directed him, “You need to go to the urology department and register there again.”

Jayceon took a step closer, his intense gaze searching her face for any hint of softness. “I know you can write the order for me,” he asserted, his tone almost pleading, a vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usual bravado.

Arabella averted her gaze, unwilling to meet the intensity of his eyes. She turned back to her desk, preparing the necessary paperwork with a practiced efficiency. “After that, go to the payment counter,” she instructed, her voice steady but devoid of warmth.

“I’m not familiar with this place. You can show me the way,” he insisted, his vulnerability evident in his tone.

Arabella glanced at her assistant, Sophie, who was watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. “Sophie, can you take him?” she asked, hoping to divert the situation before it spiraled further.

Sophie, caught off guard by the palpable tension, nodded quickly and led Jayceon away for his check-up, leaving Arabella with her swirling thoughts.

As the clock inched toward noon, Jayceon finally emerged from his examination, the nurse’s professional smile lingering in his mind as she reminded him to return the next day for his medical report.

“Just hand my report over to Director Palmer,” he replied dismissively, waving off the nurse’s concern.

Once he stepped out, the nurse leaned closer to Sophie, her curiosity piqued. “Sophie, what’s the connection between this man and Director Palmer?” she whispered, her eyes darting to where Jayceon had just exited.

With a conspiratorial glance, Sophie replied, “Mr. Melendez is Director Palmer’s husband.”

Unaware of the whispers trailing behind him, Jayceon made his way back to Arabella’s office. He knocked lightly before entering, his gaze drifting to the coat rack where her coat hung. He reached for it, but Arabella chose to ignore the gesture, focusing on her work.

“Arabella, it’s quitting time. Let’s grab a bite to eat,” he suggested, his voice soft and almost hopeful.

“I’m not hungry,” she shot back curtly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. This was her workplace, filled with patients and colleagues, and the last thing she wanted was to create a scene with him.

Tentatively, Jayceon reached for her hand, but she instinctively pulled away, a clear signal of her boundaries. “I really don’t want to go. You should just go by yourself,” she insisted, turning her back to him, her heart racing.

But Jayceon wasn’t ready to accept defeat. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly. The more she struggled, the more resolute his grip became.

Leaning in closer, he whispered softly into her ear, “Arabella, I know you feel wronged. Just give me some time. I promise I’ll handle everything to your satisfaction.”

Jayceon’s expression hardened, his patience wearing thin as the tension in the air thickened.

Just then, Samuel approached, his demeanor cheerful as he greeted the trio. “What a coincidence to see you all here!”

Jayceon frowned at the sight of Samuel, irritation flickering in his eyes.

Blaire chuckled, “I followed these two in~”

Jayceon remained silent, his thoughts racing, the unease simmering just beneath the surface.

With a grand gesture, Samuel declared, “Since we’re all here, let’s dine together. My treat!”

Jayceon raised an eyebrow, “Weren’t you with your friend’s friend?”

As the tension simmered in the air, Arabella felt the weight of the moment press upon her. The conflicting emotions within her were palpable; she was torn between the familiarity of Jayceon’s warmth and the need to assert her independence. She had always been the strong one, the one who stood her ground, yet here she was, caught in a web of unresolved feelings and unspoken words. The arrival of Samuel and Blaire added an unexpected layer to their already complicated dynamic, forcing her to confront the reality of her relationship with Jayceon.

In that crowded restaurant, amidst laughter and casual banter, Arabella realized that she couldn’t continue to hide behind her walls. The spark between them, though flickering, was still alive, demanding her attention.

Jayceon, on the other hand, sensed the shift in Arabella. Her hesitation to pull away from him was a sign that perhaps, deep down, she was willing to explore the possibility of reconciliation. He understood that their past was fraught with misunderstandings and hurt, but he was determined to prove that he could be the partner she needed.

As they sat together, surrounded by friends yet enveloped in their own world, the unspoken promise of a new beginning hung in the air. With each passing moment, the barriers between them began to dissolve, hinting at the potential for healing and connection. In this pivotal moment, both Arabella and Jayceon took a step toward embracing the complexities of their relationship, igniting a spark that could lead them toward a brighter, more unified future.