Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 313

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 313**

Arabella pushed against Jayceon with all her might, but he only tightened his grip around her. It was as if he was trying to anchor himself to her, to the very essence of who she was.

With his face buried in the soft curve of her neck, Jayceon inhaled deeply, savoring her familiar scent—a mix of jasmine and something uniquely hers. His voice emerged muffled, yet it resonated with a vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to see. “Let me hold you, just for a little while,” he pleaded, his tone almost a whisper.

At first, Arabella fought against him, her struggles fierce and determined, but gradually, they began to wane. Jayceon’s arms unconsciously tightened around her, as if he was trying to shield her from the world outside, wishing that time could freeze in this very moment, never to advance again.

“Jayceon, that’s enough!” she finally urged, her voice low but firm.

The urgency in her tone struck Jayceon like a thousand acupuncture needles piercing his heart, each word a reminder of the pain that had once been so familiar to him. He recalled the times he had impatiently told her the very same thing, and the memory stung. To be rejected by someone you care for deeply—this was the kind of heartbreak that left scars.

With a heavy heart, Jayceon began to loosen his hold on her. He felt the corners of his eyes prick with unshed tears, a stark contrast to the stoic facade he usually wore. His throat constricted painfully as he struggled to find his voice. “Let’s go,” he finally managed to say, though the words felt hollow in the air between them.

Neither of them had any inclination to discuss breakfast; it seemed trivial in the face of everything that lay ahead. As they descended the stairs, Jayceon hefted Arabella’s suitcase, the weight of it a reminder of the baggage they both carried.

Just then, they crossed paths with Samuel, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of the suitcase in Jayceon’s hand. “Where are you two off to so early in the morning?” he inquired, curiosity etched on his face.

A quick glance passed between Jayceon and Arabella, and she replied, “I’m heading back to my parents’ place.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Until she held that Divorce Certificate in her hands, anything was possible. She chose not to divulge that they were actually on their way to City Hall.

At that moment, Blaire emerged from the elevator, striding toward them with purpose. “Bella, I know the way. I’ll take you,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Arabella hadn’t anticipated running into either of them while she was on her way to finalize her divorce. “No, it’s okay. You guys go do your thing. We have something to discuss with our parents,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

Blaire reached for the suitcase in Jayceon’s grip, but Samuel quickly intervened, pulling him back. Jayceon shot a glance at the two of them, then resolutely guided Arabella toward his car, the tension palpable in the air.

As they watched Jayceon and Arabella drive away, Samuel finally released Blaire, who looked up at him with a mix of confusion and intrigue. “Sam, why were you pulling me? I just wanted to tag along and see what happens,” Blaire protested, his youthful exuberance shining through.

Samuel was taken aback by Blaire’s perceptiveness, realizing that despite his age, the boy had a keen sense of observation. “You figured out where they’re going?” he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Mr. Melendez, Mr. Lawrence has invited the director of that ten-billion-dollar project you handled last time. He’ll be at Melendez headquarters at nine. The old man wants you to greet him personally,” Steve insisted, his words leaving no room for negotiation.

With a heavy sigh, Jayceon pulled the car over to the side of the road, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He removed his Bluetooth earpiece, turning to Arabella with a serious expression. “Something urgent has come up. I need to return to the office. But I’ll take you home to rest first.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Arabella’s cold expression interrupted him. “Jayceon, what are you trying to pull now?”

Work was an endless cycle for him, and even if this was an urgent matter, Jayceon knew it was something he could manage. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned closer to her, his voice softening. “Arabella, I promised you a divorce, and I intend to see it through. If you don’t trust me, you’re welcome to come to the office with me.”

Arabella hesitated, weighing her options before finally asking, “About how long will it take?”

Jayceon replied, “I’ll try to finish everything before noon.”

With a deep breath, Arabella opened the car door and stepped out, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between them.