Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 300

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 300**

After saying her goodbyes to Blaire, Arabella made her way back to her parents’ home, her mind swirling with thoughts of the conversation they had shared. The sun hung high in the sky, casting warm rays that filtered through the trees lining the street. It was a stark contrast to the heavy emotions that weighed on her heart. She felt a mix of apprehension and hope as she prepared to return to Jayceon’s hospital room, the place where so much had changed.

As noon approached, Arabella found herself standing outside Jayceon’s hospital room once more. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. The door creaked open, revealing the sterile environment within, and she stepped inside, her heart racing.

Oliver and the maids had already laid out lunch on the small table, the aroma of freshly prepared food wafting through the air, but it felt oddly muted in the quiet room. Jayceon sat there, motionless, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance, lost in his own world. Arabella’s heart ached at the sight. She crossed the room and gently helped him shift from the hospital bed to the small dining table, her hands steady yet tender.

They settled into an uneasy silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. As they began to eat, Jayceon’s eyes lingered on Arabella, his expression a mix of concern and something deeper. “Go get some sleep after you eat,” he urged, his voice softer than she expected. “I’ll call you if I need you.”

Arabella blinked, taken aback by his unexpected kindness. It felt foreign, and she struggled to find her voice. When she didn’t respond, Jayceon paused, placing his fork down with a sigh. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, a gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. Arabella instinctively turned her head away, leaving his hand suspended in the air, a silent rejection that hung heavily between them.

Just as the tension threatened to escalate, there was a sudden knock at the door. Before Arabella could rise to answer it, Seth barged in, his presence filling the room with unwelcome energy. “Want some Roast Duck?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jayceon’s appetite vanished instantly at the sight of the troll. Seth placed the Roast Duck on the table with a flourish and plopped down in a chair, his casual demeanor contrasting sharply with the somber atmosphere. Noticing Jayceon’s grim expression, Seth leaned back and quipped, “An apology needs to be sincere. Just saying words isn’t enough.”

With a glint of mischief in his eyes, he added, “You are what you eat. I’ll give you both duck legs in a bit.”

Jayceon, visibly annoyed, placed a hand on Arabella’s shoulder. “I’m not hungry. Help me to bed,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Arabella complied, gently assisting him back to the bed. “Then I’ll eat first, Master Arthur,” she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. “You can have your meal whenever you feel up to it.”

Jayceon merely stared at her, his expression unreadable.

When Arabella returned to the table, Seth handed her a duck leg with a flourish. “Arabella, since he’s not eating, we can each have one,” he said, his tone lighthearted.

Arabella dished out some food for Seth, her heart heavy as she attempted to keep the mood light. “Try what the Melendez family’s chef made,” she suggested, forcing a smile.

Jayceon watched the two of them interact, his heart sinking further with each passing moment. He felt like an outsider in his own life, the warmth that once existed between him and Arabella now overshadowed by the troll’s presence. Memories flooded back of their meals together, where Arabella would insist he try every dish she deemed delicious, especially when he was under the weather. But now, as he lay injured and vulnerable, her coldness felt like a dagger to his heart.

Steve felt a throbbing headache coming on. If it weren’t for his boss’s orders to keep Georgina calm, he would have lost his temper long ago. “Ms. Carrillo, I give my entire monthly salary to my wife. I really can’t come up with that much money to lend you,” he replied, frustration creeping into his voice.

Georgina’s desperation turned to pleading. “If you don’t have 15 thousand, you must have a few thousand, right?”

Seeing that Steve remained unmoved, her eyes filled with tears. “It looks like Jay doesn’t care if my child and I live or die,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

As her cries echoed in the air, Steve steeled himself and finally said, “Fifteen hundred. I only have fifteen hundred.”

Georgina snatched at the offer, her mind already calculating how she wouldn’t pay it back anyway.

Just as Steve completed the transfer, his wife and sister-in-law strolled by with a stroller, catching sight of the exchange. Panic surged through him as he thought, ‘Oh crap,’ but he had no time to hide before his wife caught him in the act.

In a flash, Steve’s sister-in-law grabbed Georgina by her hair, slamming her to the ground and unleashing a flurry of slaps. Meanwhile, Steve found himself scrambling away, desperately trying to shield his face from his own wife’s wrath.