Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 303

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 303**

Jayceon grasped both of Arabella’s wrists firmly, his gaze steady yet gentle. “I understand that you might not want to take care of me. I’ll be discharged tomorrow morning, so you can redirect your focus to your work.”

Arabella regarded him with a mixture of apprehension and concern. The past few days had been tumultuous. Franklin had sent a lawyer’s letter, Julian attempted to pilfer his project, and he had narrowly escaped being struck by Blaire’s car. To top it off, she had left him alone in the hospital for an entire day and night, which weighed heavily on her conscience. Despite all this chaos, Jayceon had been remarkably cooperative, not causing her any undue stress.

As she pondered his intentions, a thought flickered through her mind, “What are you really up to, Jayceon?”

Releasing her wrists, Jayceon sighed softly, “Arabella, I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

With a sense of duty, Arabella stood up, determination etched on her face as she made her way to find something for him to eat.

**Late that night.**

In the stillness of the room, Jayceon tenderly lifted the slumbering Arabella from the sofa, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to the bed. The weight of the day seemed to lift as he settled her gently, ensuring she was comfortable.

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He perched himself on the edge of the bed, his fingers entwined with hers, and allowed himself to simply gaze at her for what felt like an eternity. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face, brought an unexpected warmth to his heart.

The first light of dawn spilled into the hospital room, and Arabella stirred, awakening in the sterile embrace of the hospital bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Jayceon, she felt a rush of relief. “Oliver just brought breakfast. Come and have some,” he prompted, his voice a soothing balm.

After a quick wash, Arabella emerged from the bathroom, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you truly set on leaving the hospital?” she asked, needing reassurance.

Jayceon nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I am. Come join me for breakfast.”

Her expression shifted as she pressed further, “You’re not planning to cause any more trouble for Mr. Rockwell, are you?”

At this, Jayceon paused, the soup spoon hovering just above the bowl. He met her gaze, reading the worry etched in her features. “Since you consider him a friend, I assure you, I won’t make things difficult for him.”

As Arabella’s tension began to ebb away, she picked up a cherry tomato, her gesture filled with tenderness as she offered it to him. “You’re still recovering. You need to eat more!”

Jayceon opened his mouth, and with a gentle smile, he accepted the cherry tomato from her hand, grateful for her care.

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As he stared at Arabella’s radiant smile, he felt a flicker of melancholy wash over him, dimming the brightness in his eyes.

A knock on the door broke the moment: “Mr. Melendez, the car is waiting for you at the entrance,” Steve announced, his tone urgent.

Arabella, noticing Jayceon preparing to leave, eagerly handed him his suit jacket, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of hope and sadness.

Jayceon looked down at her, his heart swelling with emotion as he accepted the jacket. In the past, when Arabella had fed him or handed him his jacket, it had been a gesture filled with affection and a desire to draw closer. But now, it felt different; her actions seemed more like a means to usher him away.

Pulling her into a warm embrace, Jayceon whispered, “Arabella,” his voice thick with unspoken words.

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Just as she was about to rush into Jayceon’s arms, he turned away, walking towards Steve instead.

Georgina halted mid-lunge, frozen in place as she watched him.

Jayceon, noticing Steve’s mask, raised an eyebrow. “Why are you wearing a mask in broad daylight?”

Steve removed it, revealing a face marred with scratches.

Jayceon frowned, concern creeping into his expression. “What happened?”

Steve sighed, “I went to talk Ms. Carrillo down as you instructed, Mr. Melendez. Unfortunately, I ran into my wife, my sister-in-law, and my mother-in-law…”

Jayceon gave Steve a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’s all in the family. You’ll get through it.”

Steve silently donned his mask again, clearly not convinced.

Turning back to Georgina, Jayceon addressed her with a firm yet compassionate tone. “Georgina, I always believed you to be a capable, caring mother. I never imagined you would resort to dragging your child into such a desperate situation.”

Georgina buried her face in her hands, guilt washing over her as she cried. “Jay, I’m broke. I have no job, no friends. Your mother won’t stop hounding me for money. I’ve been pushed to the brink, and my depression has spiraled out of control. I can’t sleep, can’t find peace. If I had known we couldn’t survive coming back, I wish we had just stayed in Brazoria.”