**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 270**
Approximately ten minutes later, the ambiance of the restaurant welcomed Jayceon and Georgina as they stepped inside. Georgina, with a deliberate air of confidence, chose a cozy booth situated by the window, the soft glow of the evening light casting a warm hue over their table.
As they settled in, Georgina’s anxious demeanor took over, and she blurted out, her voice tinged with urgency, “Jay, why have you been dodging my calls? Your grandfather is already aware of Leandro’s true parentage. When he regains consciousness, he will undoubtedly direct his anger at me. What am I supposed to do?”
Jayceon, maintaining a calm exterior, offered her reassurance, “You need not fret. I made a promise to you, and I am the one who let the information slip. I will shoulder the responsibility.”
The sincerity in Jayceon’s words struck a chord within Georgina. Overwhelmed with emotion, she grasped his hand tightly, tears glistening in her eyes as she murmured, “Jay, I always knew you wouldn’t be so cruel to me.”
At that moment, Arabella and Franklin entered the restaurant, their child in tow. The sight of Jayceon and Georgina at their table did not go unnoticed.
Franklin, sensing the tension, suggested, “Should we find another place to sit?”
But Arabella, her gaze fixed on a booth just behind Jayceon, replied, “No, let’s sit there.”
As they approached, Jayceon instinctively withdrew his hand, a subtle sign of discomfort flickering across his face.
Noticing the shift in Jayceon’s demeanor, Georgina sprang to her feet and hurried over to Arabella, her voice earnest. “Dr. Palmer, please don’t misconstrue this. I asked Jay to come here to discuss something important.”
Arabella, placing her bag on the table with a deliberate motion, replied with a hint of sarcasm, “What is there to misunderstand? The fact that you were holding hands while you were talking just moments ago?”
Jayceon sat stiffly, his hands clenched unconsciously, a silent testament to the tension brewing around them.
Georgina, flustered, stammered, “Dr. Palmer, must you be so harsh?”
Edmundo, sensing the rising tension, tugged gently at Arabella’s hand, urging her to sit down. “Mommy,” he chimed innocently.
Georgina’s gaze shifted to the child beside Arabella, then back to Franklin, her voice laced with disbelief. “You and Jayceon haven’t even finalized your divorce, yet you’re out here with another man and a child, playing the role of a mother to someone else’s kid. Have you ever considered how Jayceon feels about this?”
Arabella let out a weary sigh, her expression unyielding as she responded, “It’s a Melendez family tradition. You’re not part of the family yet, so you wouldn’t understand how things work. I don’t hold it against you.”
Georgina was momentarily taken aback by the sharpness of Arabella’s words, her heart racing in response.
With a sidelong glance at Jayceon, who remained seated, Arabella reached out and pulled him to his feet, her voice cutting through the tension. “Jayceon, why don’t you enlighten your little lover about what it means to become a father so effortlessly?”
Jayceon’s expression was a complex tapestry of emotions as he stared back at Arabella.
Seizing the moment, he grasped her hand and said firmly, “Let’s not say things we’ll regret. Just enjoy your lunch. I have to leave.”
He offered a polite nod to Franklin, cast a fleeting glance at Georgina, and made his way toward the exit.

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