Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Samuel looked at Jayceon with disbelief etched across his face. “So you’re really not going to say a word? You’re just relying on her blind loyalty, expecting her to suffer through this without a single explanation?”

Jayceon lifted his glass in a casual toast. “You’re making this sound worse than it is.”

Just then, Samuel’s phone buzzed sharply.

“Samuel Brennan! Is my brother there with you?!” Kimberly’s frantic voice burst through the speaker, thick with panic.

Samuel pulled the phone away from his ear, trying to keep his cool. “Hey, watch your tone, you little menace. Just call me Sam.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want! Something’s wrong with Arabella! Get him home right now!”

Outside, the rain hammered steadily, drumming against the windows as night deepened.

By the time Samuel managed to get Jayceon back to the house, the doctor had already left.

Jayceon moved silently to Arabella’s bedside, his gaze immediately locking onto her alarmingly pale complexion.

Even in sleep, her brow was creased, her eyelashes wet as if she were caught in a terrible dream.

He reached out and took her hand—it was burning hot to the touch.

When he left earlier, she had been vibrant, full of energy, ready to argue with him. How had she fallen so ill so quickly?

If he hadn’t seen it himself, he might never have believed it.

In his mind, Arabella was always the picture of health—the kind of woman who could hold a plank for ten minutes straight.

He turned to Kimberly, needing answers. “When did the fever start?”

Kimberly’s voice was tense. “I couldn’t get hold of her, and you weren’t answering either. Mom was worried you’d had a fight, so she sent me over. I found Arabella lying in the courtyard, soaked by the rain. No idea how long she’d been there.”

Samuel gave Jayceon a knowing nudge. “Did you two argue before you left?”

Jayceon’s face darkened, storm clouds gathering in his eyes. “You both can leave.”

Kimberly hesitated but added, “She’s had fever reducers. The doctor said to use cool compresses and check her temperature every hour. If it keeps rising, she needs to go to the hospital.”

Jayceon gave a curt nod, his mind already racing through what to do next.

Samuel pulled Kimberly aside, teasing her about an old grudge, trying to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, she grabbed his collar with a firm grip. “You know where Georgina lives, Sam. Take me there!”

Samuel decided discretion was the better part of valor and quietly slipped away downstairs, leaving the two alone.

Jayceon remained by Arabella’s side, still dressed in his white shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms.

He carefully checked her temperature again, offered her small sips of water, and gently pressed a damp cloth to her fevered skin.

His entire focus was on her, as if tending to her was the most important task in the world.

“Jay…” she murmured weakly.

Her hands fluttered in the air, restless and searching.

He caught them tenderly, his touch softening as he wiped her sweaty palms.

She was reaching for him, even in her dreams. She wouldn’t leave him—not now.

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