Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 238

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 238**

Jayceon’s heart raced as he cast a quick glance at Arabella, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He inhaled deeply, attempting to steady the whirlwind of emotions that surged within him.

The lively atmosphere that had once been filled with laughter and animated chatter had dissipated, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Just moments ago, the room had been alive with the sounds of their friends enjoying the evening, but now, it felt as if the air had thickened, heavy with unspoken words. After dinner, the troll had whisked Emmett away, and Oliver from Vance Manor had come to collect Julian, while Samuel had retreated upstairs, leaving Jayceon and Arabella alone in a space that felt charged with unresolved tension.

Arabella busied herself clearing the remnants of their poker game, her movements brisk and purposeful, but Jayceon could sense the undercurrent of anxiety that pulsed between them. He approached her, his steps hesitant, acutely aware of the concentration etched on her face as she stacked the cards and gathered the chips.

“Does that troll visit your parents’ place often?” he asked, his voice low and curious, seeking to bridge the gap that had formed between them.

In a swift and unexpected maneuver, Arabella deftly sidestepped his inquiry. “Your little girlfriend has been getting dragged online for days for selling fakes on her stream. And who really knows if anyone is even watching your son? Maybe you should check on them,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye that only fueled the fire of his frustration.

Jayceon felt a surge of irritation rise within him, and he gently grasped Arabella’s wrist, his grip firm yet tender as he locked his gaze onto hers. “You don’t need to adopt that passive-aggressive tone with me. I have only one home, and it’s right here,” he asserted, his voice steady but laced with an urgency that belied his calm demeanor.

Arabella’s lips formed a slight pout, the corners turning down as she replied, “Your grandfather gave me a hard time last week. I made him so mad he got sick. I’m not sure if he’s even out of the hospital yet. Maybe you should head back to the family estate first?”

The simmering frustration within Jayceon threatened to boil over. “It’s the middle of the night. Where exactly do you expect me to go?” he retorted, the exasperation evident in his voice.

Arabella stifled a yawn, her eyes glimmering with fatigue. “Don’t be mad. I’m just trying to give you a friendly reminder,” she said, her tone softening slightly. “You must be exhausted after flying for hours. You should really get some sleep.”

As she turned to retreat to the bedroom, an instinctive urge surged within Jayceon. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back toward him with a gentle yet firm grip. “How much longer are you planning on making me sleep on the couch?” he asked, their eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken words and lingering desires.

Arabella gestured toward the smaller bedroom, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. “How about I clear out of the master bedroom for you?”

Jayceon’s patience was wearing thin, and her teasing only served to irritate him further. In a sudden burst of impulsiveness, he bent down, lifting her effortlessly and placing her atop the poker table. He stood before her, clad in black trousers and a crisp white shirt, his physique accentuated by the fitted clothing, exuding an undeniable allure.

Leaning in slightly, he positioned one hand against the table for support while the other rested possessively on her lower back, effectively pinning her beneath him. Their breaths mingled in the charged space between them, the tension palpable as it crackled like electricity in the air.

Arabella braced herself with her hands behind her, her expression shifting to one of caution as she looked up at him. “We can talk this out. Just let me down first,” she urged, her voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of apprehension.

But Jayceon’s hand on her waist began to drift upward, his gaze fixated on her lips, his voice softening against his will. “It’s been so many days. Did you miss me?” he asked, the vulnerability in his tone cutting through the tension.

Arabella took the cup, rinsed her mouth, and splashed water on her face, trying to regain her composure. “You can go out now. I’m fine,” she said, though her voice was shaky, betraying her discomfort.

Jayceon lingered beside her, their eyes meeting in the mirror, a silent conversation passing between them. “Do you hate me this much now?” he asked, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Arabella felt a mix of annoyance and confusion swirl within her. Without uttering a word, she pushed him gently out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Leaning against the door, she felt her strength ebb away, her body growing weak and weary. Her menstrual cycle was always punctual, arriving like clockwork at the end of the month. Today was April 3rd, and while she was a couple of days late, she reminded herself that it was still within the realm of normalcy.

In the aftermath of their heated exchange, the air between Jayceon and Arabella crackled with unresolved tension, a testament to the complexities of their relationship. As Jayceon knelt beside her, his concern palpable, the emotional barriers they had both erected began to crumble. Arabella’s moment of vulnerability in the bathroom became a turning point, revealing not just her physical distress but the deeper fears that had been gnawing at her. The turmoil of their past and the uncertainty of their future loomed large, yet in that shared silence, a flicker of understanding ignited—a recognition that their connection was fraught with both longing and trepidation.

As Arabella closed the bathroom door, she felt the weight of her emotions swell within her, a mixture of annoyance and undeniable affection for Jayceon. The realization that she might be on the brink of something life-altering added a layer of complexity to their already tumultuous bond. The night had transformed from playful banter to a raw confrontation of feelings, leaving them both grappling with their desires and fears. With the echoes of their earlier intimacy still lingering in the air, Arabella knew that whatever lay ahead, they would have to confront not only the reality of their relationship but also the truths hidden beneath the surface. In that moment, the spark between them flickered brightly, hinting at the potential for a deeper connection that could either bind them together or tear them apart.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the next chapter of *Her Spark Ignites Tonight*, the tension between Jayceon and Arabella is poised to reach a boiling point. With the emotional stakes higher than ever, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of their complex relationship as they navigate the aftermath of their heated encounter. Will Jayceon be able to confront the fears that have haunted him, or will Arabella’s sudden illness force them to reevaluate their feelings? As secrets linger in the air, the vulnerability they both exhibit will either bring them closer together or drive a wedge between them.

Moreover, the looming question of Arabella’s health adds an urgent layer to the narrative. With the possibility of a life-altering revelation on the horizon, the tension will shift from romantic entanglements to the very real implications of their actions. As Jayceon grapples with his protective instincts, will he step up as the partner Arabella needs, or will his own fears push him away at a critical moment? Expect the unexpected as the chapter unfolds, revealing not only the depths of their desires but also the fragility of their situation. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions as their journey takes a pivotal turn, challenging everything they thought they knew about love and commitment.