Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 228

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 228**

Arabella had made a firm resolve—never again would she look back.

She was determined to keep their marriage from descending into further chaos.

The thought of losing something so precious to her was unbearable.

As dawn broke the following morning, a gentle light spilled into the hospital clinic where Arabella was meticulously working on Blaire’s treatment summary. She poured over the details, ensuring that every critical point was accounted for in his recovery plan. The weight of responsibility rested on her shoulders, and she was determined to see it through.

Just then, a soft knock broke her concentration, and Sophie, her steadfast assistant, peeked into the room. “Dr. Palmer, there’s a Georgina here to see you. She’s been waiting for quite some time—over half an hour now.”

Arabella exchanged a wary glance with Blaire, her reluctance evident in her furrowed brow. “I’m not seeing her,” she declared with conviction, her voice firm.

Blaire, ever the supportive partner, placed a reassuring hand on his chest. “Arabella, would you like me to take care of her for you?”

With a weary sigh, Arabella shook her head, her expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “She’s Mr. Melendez’s favorite. If you offend her, he’ll make your life miserable.”

Blaire straightened his posture, determination flashing in his eyes as he stepped out of the clinic. Arabella watched him leave, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach, yet she didn’t stop him. She returned to her work, calling in the next patient, her mind racing with thoughts of the confrontation brewing outside.

As much as she wanted to avoid a clash with Georgina, she was resolute; if the woman dared to disrupt her workflow, she wouldn’t let her go without a fight.

Blaire was dressed in a vibrant pink shirt that stood out against his crisp white pants. A metal chain glimmered around his neck, and a dark jacket hung casually over his shoulders, lending him an effortless air of style. His hair was cut into a trendy textured crop, dyed a soft wisteria purple that added a playful flair to his otherwise sophisticated appearance.

As he approached Georgina, his brownish-gray eyes locked onto hers, and he walked toward her with a purposeful stride.

Georgina’s demeanor shifted the moment she saw him; her gaze became guarded, and her posture tensed.

“Arthur,” she greeted, her voice a mix of forced cheerfulness and underlying apprehension.

Blaire gestured toward the bouquet she clutched tightly in her hands. “Chloe Grenier’s busy. If you need anything from her, just let me know.”

Georgina shifted awkwardly, her voice faltering as she stammered, “Arthur, I’m here to apologize to Dr. Palmer.”

With a sly grin, Blaire plucked three funeral flowers from her bouquet, holding them up as if they were evidence. “Are you here to apologize, or are you visiting a grave?”

Panic flickered across Georgina’s face as her eyes fell on the funeral flowers. She had hoped to slip those in unnoticed, but now she felt exposed and vulnerable.

Guilt washed over her as she stammered, “The florist must have made a mistake.”

Blaire held the funeral flowers out toward her, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “Eat these three flowers, and I’ll let you live.”

Just then, Arabella emerged from the consultation room, her attention drawn to the empty hallway where Blaire and Georgina had just been.

Sophie leaned in closer, whispering something into Arabella’s ear, and a wave of concern washed over Arabella’s features.

Blaire, though often as immature as a toddler, could be downright dangerous when he chose to be mischievous.

Despite her belief that she was quite reasonable, Arabella found herself inexplicably drawn to Blaire’s antics. There was something about his playful chaos that secretly thrilled her, even if it drove her to the edge of exasperation.

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