Chapter 15
Jayceon’s voice cut through the quiet office, firm and decisive. “Cancel my evening appointment.”
Without hesitation, Steve nodded and began making the calls. He never questioned his boss’s orders—especially not tonight.
For days, Jayceon hadn’t once searched for Arabella when she disappeared. Instead, he had kept Steve stationed at the hospital, breathing in the sterile scent of disinfectant, waiting for any news. But now that Arabella was finally back, everything changed in an instant. Jayceon wasted no time canceling his dinner plans, eager to get home to her. It was clear he cared deeply for her, despite everything.
Just as he was about to slip into his car and leave the Melendez Building, a sudden figure dashed toward him through the rain. It was Georgina, drenched but determined.
Jayceon quickly opened the car door for her, concern knitting his brows. “You should be resting at home. What are you doing out here in this weather?”
Settling into the back seat, Georgina gripped his sleeve tightly. Her voice was steady, even though the rain soaked her hair and clothes. “Jay, I’ve thought this through. I believe it’s best if I leave.”
His expression darkened instantly, a shadow crossing his features. “Don’t be absurd,” he said sharply.
Georgina’s eyes searched his face, worry evident in her voice. “Jay, your wife is furious with you. If you don’t go and explain things to her properly, she’ll never forgive this.”
She hesitated, then added softly, “I’ve suffered enough pain over these past few years. I don’t want to be the subject of gossip anymore.”
Her voice cracked slightly as she continued, “Maybe this is just my fate. We come from two different worlds. Even if I love you enough to die for you, I’ll never win your family’s respect. I don’t want to hold you back. I’d rather disappear than be the target of your wife’s anger — especially with my son involved.”
Without waiting for a response, Georgina opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain.
Jayceon sprang from the car and hurried after her, his eyes full of concern. “Stop talking nonsense. I won’t let anyone speak ill of you or my son. No matter what happens, I’m not abandoning you.”
He gently but firmly pulled her back inside the car.
Tears streamed down Georgina’s face as she struggled, desperate to get away. “I’d rather die than have your wife call me a gold-digger or a homewrecker!”
Jayceon’s voice was calm but resolute. “Gina, don’t worry. I won’t tell her anything about you two, so she won’t have any ammunition to hurt you. I swear.”
Slowly, Georgina’s sobs subsided.
She looked at him, a flicker of hope in her tear-filled eyes. “But if you don’t explain to her, what if she asks for a divorce?”
Jayceon’s tone left no room for doubt. “Don’t worry. That won’t happen.”
He knew Arabella might make a scene, but divorce was a line she wouldn’t cross.
A faint smile broke through Georgina’s tear-streaked face.
Wiping her cheeks, she opened the door again, ignoring Jayceon’s attempts to stop her. “Don’t worry about me. Go back and comfort her. I’ll be fine on my own.”
Then she disappeared into the rain, leaving Jayceon torn between relief and worry.
Unable to let her go, he ordered the driver to follow her.



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