Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 342

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 342**

In the plush confines of the luxury car, Jayceon held Arabella firmly in his embrace, her struggles only serving to intensify his grip. He buried his face in the soft curve of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, and his voice emerged muffled yet laced with desperation. “If I don’t schedule an appointment, are you truly going to stop caring about me?”

Arabella pushed against his chest with all her might, her frustration palpable. “I have nothing to do with you anymore. Your life or death is completely beyond my concern.”

The back seat felt increasingly claustrophobic as their argument escalated, the tension crackling like static in the air. Jayceon’s gaze locked onto the delicate line of Arabella’s neck, and he couldn’t help but notice the absence of the necklace he had once gifted her. “Why aren’t you wearing the necklace I gave you?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

With a swift motion, Arabella broke free from his hold and straightened her disheveled clothes, her expression hardening. “Whether I wear it or not is entirely my choice. It has nothing to do with you,” she retorted defiantly.

Jayceon’s restrained anger flared as he reminded her, “We agreed on this before the divorce. You promised me you would always wear that necklace.”

Arabella scoffed, her tone icy. “We had plenty of agreements,” she shot back, attempting to escape the confines of the car. However, Jayceon’s grip on her wrist was unwavering, halting her movement.

The atmosphere hung heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Yet, Jayceon’s voice remained resolute. “Arabella, you can resist me all you want, but you will wear that necklace!”

With a casual flick, Arabella shook off his hand, her demeanor dismissive. “It was just a necklace, so I tossed it aside. Is this really how you want to act?”

In a sudden, impulsive motion, Jayceon grasped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her heart race. “Where did you throw it? You need to take me to find it—now.”

Her patience frayed, Arabella snapped back, “I threw it down the sewer. It’s impossible to find!”

They locked eyes, the air thick with defiance and unyielding emotions. Arabella wore a smirk that screamed, ‘What are you going to do about it?’ Jayceon’s breath quickened, his frustration evident as he fought to maintain his composure.

After a tense silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity, Jayceon’s voice dropped to a low, warning tone. “Arabella, I’m giving you one more chance. Either you take me to find that necklace right now, or I’m taking you home.”

Arabella caught a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes, confusion swirling in her mind. What had possessed Jayceon today? Was a mere necklace worth such an uproar? She cleared her throat, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “I left the necklace at home.”

Jayceon’s mood darkened further; she could sense the storm brewing within him. “Take me back to get it now!” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

At that moment, Arabella snapped. “Jayceon, are you out of your mind?” A stupid piece of jewelry, even if it was diamond-encrusted, should not have ignited such madness in him. She was baffled by his irrational behavior.

Exhausted, Arabella stepped out, bewildered by the day’s unfolding drama. What had driven Jayceon to such extremes over a necklace?

Just as Jayceon emerged from the car, he spotted Blaire strolling out of the Palmer family gate, dressed casually in loungewear.

Blaire glanced at the time on his phone, then turned his attention to Jayceon, who stood behind Arabella. “Arabella, why are you back at this hour? And who’s this?”

Arabella threw a quick glance back at Jayceon before responding to Blaire, “It’s nothing, I just came back to grab something.”

Blaire nodded, his expression neutral. “Kayla and your dad went for their daily walk. They’ll be back soon.”

Hearing Blaire refer to her parents in such a familiar manner, Arabella felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. Meanwhile, Jayceon’s expression darkened, the tension in his jaw tightening as he watched Blaire walk into the yard beside the Palmer family’s home.

Suppressing his frustration, Jayceon followed Arabella into the yard, but she halted abruptly, turning to face him. “Don’t come in. Wait for me here.”

Jayceon, however, was not easily deterred. “I need to confirm that it’s the one I gave you.”