Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 305

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

**Chapter 305**

Arabella felt a surge of frustration as she forcefully pushed Jayceon’s hand away. “Why are you even bringing this up?” she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief.

Jayceon, undeterred, reached for her hand again, his grip gentle but insistent. “Arabella, I need your help. I want you to agree to treat Georgina, to help me hypnotize her, and to guide her in uncovering some hidden truths,” he implored, his eyes pleading.

Arabella recoiled, pulling her hand back as if it had been burned. “Absolutely not,” she declared, her tone final. The thought of working with Georgina was unbearable; their history was filled with tension and conflict. Moreover, as a doctor, Arabella knew that hypnotizing a patient without their explicit consent was not just unethical—it was unthinkable.

With a resolute shake of her head, she stood up, the decision made.

“Arabella, please!” Jayceon called after her, swiftly rising to block her path as she attempted to exit the restaurant. His voice softened, almost coaxing. “I’ve told you before, I have my reasons for wanting her here. If you just agree, you might discover the truth behind all of this.”

Arabella felt a wave of irritation wash over her as she shoved him away. “Jayceon, I don’t care about your reasons. I don’t want to know any truth. I can’t do this. Find someone else,” she insisted, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and resolve.

No matter Jayceon’s intentions—whether he truly believed that hypnotizing Georgina would uncover vital information or not—she had no interest in being involved.

With a firm turn, Arabella made her way back to the sanctuary of their bedroom, her thoughts swirling.

Jayceon’s voice followed her, tinged with desperation. “What if she’s involved in a murder, someone who has eluded the law? Would you still refuse to help?”

She paused, turning back to face him, her expression steely. “If she has broken the law, then let the police handle it. It’s not my responsibility.”

Jayceon could see the walls Arabella had built around herself, impenetrable as ever. He stepped closer, his demeanor shifting to one of resignation. “If you don’t agree, then let’s just forget this conversation ever happened. I won’t pressure you,” he stated, but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“You know you get low blood sugar easily,” he added, concern creeping into his tone as he took hold of her wrist. “Eat something before you rest!”

They shared a quiet dinner, the air thick with unsaid words and unresolved tension.

After the meal, Jayceon retreated to his study, while Arabella returned to the bedroom, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

The hours dragged on, and Jayceon found himself pacing the confines of his study, wrestling with the dilemma of how to proceed. Arabella’s refusal to help Georgina left him feeling cornered, and he was determined not to prolong the situation any further.

Meanwhile, Arabella lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find solace in sleep. Jayceon’s words echoed in her mind, a relentless loop that refused to fade. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration ignited within her, and she sat up, wide awake.

At precisely two in the morning, she slipped out of bed, her feet touching the cool floor as she padded softly to Jayceon’s study. She knocked gently on the door, her heart racing.

Inside, Jayceon stood, his silhouette framed by the dim light.

As he made his way to the door, Arabella rushed to intercept him, her heart racing. “Skipping breakfast is bad for you,” she urged, her voice warm. “I made you some Ramen. Just eat before you go.”

Jayceon paused, his expression unreadable. “What is it you want to say?” he asked, his tone icy.

Arabella took a step closer, her voice softening. “Please, think about what I told you last night,” she pleaded, her eyes searching his.

With a dismissive gesture, Jayceon pushed past her, his frustration evident. “Go eat your food,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But Arabella wasn’t finished. She grabbed his arm, desperation creeping into her voice. “Jayceon, I’m not trying to scare you. You said you finally found true love, so you need to cherish it. If Georgina is suffering from long-term insomnia, it’s detrimental to her health!”

She pressed on, her concern spilling out. “Her bad temper will make her a terrible mother to your son. She’ll suffer from headaches, memory loss, and concentration issues. It could lead to serious health problems, like organ diseases, gastrointestinal issues, diabetes, and even cancer!”

“And you can just stop right there,” Jayceon interrupted, his patience wearing thin.

He covered her mouth with his hand, wrapping his arm around her waist and carrying her into the kitchen as if she were a child.

Once inside, he set her down but swiftly closed the kitchen door behind him, locking her inside.

Arabella, taken aback, rushed to the door, her mind racing as she tried to open it. But Jayceon held the doorknob firmly from the outside, preventing her escape, leaving her to ponder the tangled web of their relationship.