Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 242

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 242**

Arabella felt a heavy weight settle in her chest as she struggled with the maddening challenge of perfecting the elusive ‘Kiss of Death’ drift. This particular racing technique had become an all-encompassing obsession, gnawing at her thoughts day and night. The thrill of high-speed racing intertwined with an exhilarating fear, igniting a fierce determination within her that refused to be extinguished. Each failure only fueled her resolve, especially after discovering Jayceon’s extraordinary driving prowess. The mere thought of him behind the wheel sent her heart racing, and she was eager to practice alongside him, hoping that their combined efforts would lead to success.

Their practice sessions were a whirlwind of emotions—filled with moments of utter frustration and the sweet taste of tiny victories. Every time they took to the track, Arabella felt a spark of hope flicker to life within her. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, and with it, her feelings for Jayceon began to blossom like wildflowers in spring. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the asphalt, Arabella’s heart surged with newfound courage. She stepped closer to him, her pulse quickening for reasons far beyond the thrill of racing.

In a moment of boldness that surprised even herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, igniting a spark that felt electric. Pulling back slightly, she locked her gaze with his, her voice barely a whisper, “Jay, from now on, your kisses belong only to me.” The air around them crackled with unspoken feelings, and for a brief moment, the world outside faded away.

Standing by the wine cabinet, Jayceon’s fingers traced the smooth surface, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts. That kiss had stirred something deep within him, a possessiveness that he had never felt before. He realized that Arabella wanted him in a way that transcended mere friendship, and the thrill of that realization sent shivers down his spine.

He poured himself a glass of rich, red wine, the deep color mirroring the turmoil within him. Moving to the grand floor-to-ceiling window, he let the evening light wash over him, highlighting his chiseled features. He took a sip, savoring the taste, but his mind was elsewhere, gripped by the weight of his responsibilities.

“Mr. Rockwell, if you’re able to come to Zelmere, I would like to extend the hospitality of a local host,” he spoke into the phone, his voice steady, yet tinged with the burden of his obligations.

As soon as he hung up, his phone buzzed insistently, shattering his moment of reflection. Jayceon glanced at the caller ID and felt a familiar dread settle in his stomach. He approached Steve, who wore a weary expression that spoke volumes. “Mr. Melendez, Ms. Carrillo is pressing me again. Would you like to handle the situation personally?”

Jayceon’s gaze fell to the swirling wine in his glass, mirroring the chaos brewing inside him. “Just manage the Georgina situation properly. Ensure she and her son can live a normal life in Zelmere,” he replied, his tone firm, leaving no room for debate.

Steve’s mouth twitched in a suppressed grimace, but he knew better than to challenge his boss. Ever since Jayceon had tasked him with overseeing everything related to Georgina, his life had spiraled into chaos. Georgina’s relentless calls echoed in his mind, disrupting his peace and invading his days.

His sleep had become a distant memory, shattered by her constant demands. His wife had grown increasingly frustrated with his late-night absences, kicking him out of bed on two occasions, her irritation palpable. If this continued, it wouldn’t be Jayceon facing divorce; it would be Steve, filing for a Divorce Certificate before he even realized what had happened.

Just then, Tabitha entered with a gentle knock, her demeanor calm yet purposeful. Steve respectfully poured her a cup of tea before excusing himself, leaving Jayceon and his mother alone in the dimly lit room.

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