Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 187

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
Chapter 187

As the clinking of glasses filled the air in a festive cheer, everyone around the table raised their drinks in jubilant celebration. Yet, amidst the laughter and toasts, Jayceon remained still, a statue of tension, his fingers tightly wrapped around his glass as if it were a lifeline.

Arabella, noticing his stillness, leaned closer, her voice a gentle coaxing whisper, “Honey, play along.” The term of endearment seemed to weave a spell around him, and with a reluctant sigh, Jayceon lifted the glass to his lips, taking a sip.

Once the drink was down, Arabella beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve taken Ms. Carrillo’s child as my godson. We should make it a point to see each other more often from now on.” Her words hung in the air, full of promise and expectation. As soon as she finished, she cast a quick glance at Georgina, who instantly understood the cue.

With a sense of urgency, Georgina rose from her seat, her movements brisk as she poured juice for her son. “Leandro, quickly, call her Godmother, and Godfather!” The words tumbled out, filled with a mother’s eagerness.

Arabella interjected with a warm smile, “Just call me Godmother. No need to change how you address my husband.”

The little boy, eager and innocent, called out, “Godmother!” His voice rang sweetly, and Arabella’s heart swelled with affection.

“Consider the apartment upstairs my gift to you for our first meeting,” she declared, her tone filled with warmth and generosity.

Georgina, with a knowing smile, leaned down to whisper something in her son’s ear. Leandro, with a sparkle in his eyes, turned to Jayceon and sweetly exclaimed, “Daddy~”

The word hung in the air like a thunderclap. Jayceon, still seated, tightened his grip on Arabella’s wrist, his expression unreadable. Arabella winced, glancing down at him, her concern evident.

Looking up, Jayceon locked eyes with Arabella, his voice low but firm. “Arabella, I don’t agree.” His refusal echoed in the room, leaving Georgina standing awkwardly, unsure whether to retreat to her seat or remain standing.

Samuel, ever the peacemaker, gestured for Georgina to sit down, his voice gentle yet teasing. “What’s there to object to? It’s not like he hasn’t been called that before.”

Jayceon shot Samuel a glare that could have cut glass, frustration boiling within him. “Shut up,” he snapped, the tension palpable.

Samuel raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the confrontation.

Cyrano, ever the provocateur, chimed in with a mocking tone, “Arabella, did your husband get cuckolded? I don’t think this little clown looks much like your husband.”

Arabella turned her gaze to Jayceon, who was now seething with barely contained rage. “You shut up too,” he growled at Cyrano, his voice low and dangerous.

Georgina’s palms were clammy, her heart racing. That bastard. His eyes are so sharp. It was clear to anyone with half a brain that Leandro wasn’t Jayceon’s biological son.

Samuel surveyed the room, his eyes darting from one face to another, but he kept the truth under wraps, sensing the storm brewing within Jayceon.

Seeing the fury building in Jayceon, Arabella quickly interjected, “Jayceon, you’re my husband. He’s my godson. If you won’t let him call you Dad, do you want him to call someone else Dad?”

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