Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 222

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 222**

In the warm, inviting glow of the restaurant, Samuel gestured toward a charming little table tucked away in a cozy corner, his voice bubbling with playful mischief. “What’s the point of dining in a crowd? The real pleasure lies in sharing a meal with just you two,” he declared, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Blaire, ever the lively spirit, intertwined his arm with Arabella’s, as if marking his territory. “Arabella, let’s sit together,” he proclaimed, his tone a delightful mix of jest and determination.

But Jayceon, ever the vigilant protector, tightened his grip on Blaire’s arm, his gaze narrowing with an unmistakable warning. “I could always call your grandfather to join us,” he shot back, his voice low and edged, suggesting he was not joking.

The atmosphere crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken words as the two men locked eyes, each unwilling to yield an inch in their silent standoff.

With a playful pout, Blaire finally released his hold on Arabella, opting instead to cheekily settle next to Samuel. Arabella, caught in the crossfire of this male rivalry, took her place beside Jayceon, her expression a curious mix of amusement and exasperation.

Once everyone was seated, Arabella took the reins and confidently ordered their food, her assertiveness cutting through the lingering tension. Samuel couldn’t help but observe the way Jayceon and Blaire continued to glare at each other, their eyes sharp enough to slice through the thick atmosphere that surrounded them.

“Seriously, are you two really going to keep this up over a seat?” Samuel finally broke the silence, his voice a blend of disbelief and humor, attempting to lighten the mood.

Blaire, quick on the draw, shot back, “Why not? Mr. Melendez didn’t seem to mind when he was seated with other women,” his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jayceon’s patience was wearing thin, his voice taking on a sharper edge. “If you’re not here to eat, you can just leave,” he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Samuel, the ever-present peacemaker, interjected, “Jay, you’re missing the point. You’ve shared a bed with Georgina and even fathered a child with her. I didn’t see you setting any boundaries then. So why is it suddenly a problem when Arabella and that troll get a little cozy?”

Jayceon’s gaze snapped to Samuel, irritation flashing in his eyes. “If you’re not going to eat, you can leave too,” he retorted, his voice low and dangerous.

In perfect unison, Samuel and Blaire exchanged a glance, their voices rising in harmony, “We’re not going anywhere.”

Arabella couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the three grown men behaving like petulant children. “If you guys keep this up, I’m seriously going to walk out of here,” she warned, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of amusement.

Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. The three men straightened, their antics quelled by the mere threat of Arabella’s departure.

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, Georgina and her mother, Gloria, happened to catch sight of the four friends enjoying their dinner. Georgina felt a surge of jealousy wash over her, instinctively ducking behind a pillar, her eyes narrowing as she watched Jayceon peel shrimp for Arabella, Samuel pouring juice, and Blaire serving food onto her plate. Each act felt like a dagger to her heart, her eyes burning with envy.

Despite her own ordinary family background, Georgina had graduated from an arts school, majoring in dance. She took pride in her height and grace, believing they set her apart. Moreover, she had undergone plastic surgery to enhance her features, and as a livestream shopping host, she had amassed millions of followers.

So what if Arabella hailed from a High Society family? The Palmer family had long since fallen from grace. Arabella was just a fallen heiress, leeching off her husband’s family, worse off than Georgina herself.

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