Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 249

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

**Chapter 249**

Leo stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around him like a fragile veil. Clad in a crisp white bathrobe that hung loosely from his broad shoulders and soft slippers that whispered against the floor, he presented a striking image of someone caught between relaxation and distress. “She got out of the car halfway here and left,” he announced, his tone tinged with frustration that was hard to mask.

Jayceon, his brow knitted in concern, leaned in closer, his voice laced with urgency. “Where did she go?”

A helpless shrug escaped Leo’s shoulders, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and annoyance. “How would I know?”

The two men locked eyes, a heavy silence enveloping them, laden with unspoken emotions and a shared recognition of the chaos that had just unfolded. After a moment that felt like an eternity, Jayceon turned away, the weight of the situation pressing heavily against his chest.

Images of her tears haunted him, vivid and raw. She had cried so fiercely tonight; it was painfully clear how deeply she felt. A surge of determination coursed through him. He had to find her, to articulate everything that swirled within him in a way that would resonate with her heart.

With the night wrapping around him like a dark cloak, Jayceon stepped outside, urgency propelling him forward. He wandered through the quiet streets, his mind racing as he checked every familiar haunt that might harbor her— the Palmer family’s residence, the Brennan household, even the old family estate that echoed with memories. He couldn’t shake the thought of Kimberly’s apartment either; it was a place he fervently hoped wouldn’t cradle her pain.

As the clock struck one in the morning, Jayceon found himself standing at the grand gates of Vance Manor. The moonlight bathed the ornate wrought iron in a silvery glow, transforming it into something almost ethereal. Inside, he spotted Ryan, maneuvering Julian in his wheelchair, both men silhouetted against the dim light of the manor.

Jayceon lingered outside the gate, feeling the barrier between them—a mere structure of iron and hinges—take on a weight far greater. Their gazes met, a silent understanding passing between them like a fragile thread.

“Is she asleep?” Jayceon finally broke the stillness, his voice barely above a whisper, infused with both hope and trepidation.

Julian, draped in a deep V-neck robe, fiddled with the rosary beads resting in his lap, his expression unreadable. He nodded slowly, but the silence that followed was thick with unspoken thoughts.

A knot of anxiety twisted in Jayceon’s stomach. He hesitated, feeling the gravity of his next words. “Sorry to bother you,” he muttered, disappointment creeping in as he turned away. Climbing back into his car, he felt the engine rumble to life beneath him, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in his heart as he drove off, leaving the comfort of the manor behind.

Julian raised his hand slightly, and Ryan turned the wheelchair around, casting a glance back at Jayceon’s retreating figure. “Julian, Mr. Melendez must have been searching for her for quite a while to come here at this hour. Why didn’t he insist on going in to see her?” Ryan asked, confusion edging into his tone.

Julian chuckled softly, a cold sound that revealed his deeper understanding of the situation. “Arabella isn’t in the best state tonight, and she has work tomorrow. Jayceon was wise not to disturb her.”

Hours slipped by, and just after three in the morning, a disheveled Jayceon stumbled out of his car, the effects of alcohol evident in his unsteady gait. He leaned heavily against the elevator wall as he stepped inside. Just as the doors began to close, Samuel slipped in, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of his friend. “Whoa, what are you doing back at this hour?”

Jayceon felt the burn of the alcohol in his stomach, a harsh reminder of his reckless choices. He glanced at Samuel, but the words caught in his throat, tangled in the web of his thoughts.

The elevator doors opened, and Jayceon stepped out, his body heavy with exhaustion. Samuel hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the dimly lit hallway.

They entered Jayceon’s apartment one after another, and he collapsed onto the sofa, the cushions enveloping him like a warm embrace.

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