Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 346

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**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 346**

Mr. Morgan suddenly realized that his words had slipped out incorrectly, and he quickly scrambled to amend his statement. “Please, Mr. Melendez and Dr. Palmer, just this once, let’s rise above the situation and forgive her.”

Arabella, standing a short distance away, stole a subtle glance at Jayceon. She could sense the tension in the air, knowing that Olivia’s antics today were not nearly severe enough to warrant her expulsion from the Morgan family. In truth, the actions of Mrs. Morgan and Mr. Morgan stemmed from their own apprehension towards Jayceon, who had an undeniable presence that intimidated them both.

As Arabella accepted the shiny new phone offered by the Morgan family as a form of compensation, she exchanged a few polite words with them, all the while feeling the weight of their scrutiny. She graciously declined their offer for a ride, her mind set on leaving.

Jayceon, ever the gentleman, bid farewell to Mrs. Morgan and then halted Mr. Morgan, who was escorting them to the door.

Once they reached the grand entrance of the Morgan estate, Jayceon held an umbrella over Arabella’s head, shielding her from the relentless rain that poured down around them. “It’s nearly impossible to catch a cab in this weather. Let me drive you home,” he insisted, his voice firm yet kind.

Arabella paused, her brow furrowing in curiosity. “How did you know I had a run-in with Olivia?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Jayceon’s gaze dropped to the ground, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his features. “Mr. Morgan was with me when Mrs. Morgan called him,” he replied, his tone revealing a hint of concern.

Noticing Arabella’s silence, Jayceon cautiously reached out, his hand brushing against her arm as he urged gently, “Please, get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

Just as Arabella was about to push his hand away, a sleek, flashy sports car crept to a stop in front of them, catching both of their attentions.

Jayceon’s expression darkened instantly as he recognized Blaire stepping out of the vehicle with an air of confidence.

Arabella, feeling a sudden surge of defiance, shrugged off Jayceon’s hand and walked beneath Blaire’s umbrella, seeking refuge from the rain.

With one hand holding the umbrella aloft, Blaire casually rested his other hand on Arabella’s shoulder, a move that made Jayceon bristle with irritation.

In an instinctive surge of protectiveness, Jayceon stepped forward, forcefully knocking Blaire’s arm away from Arabella.

Blaire, unfazed, shot Jayceon a challenging look and quickly replaced his hand on Arabella’s shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. “Mr. Melendez, I don’t recall you being so concerned about boundaries when you were gallivanting with your little mistress before your divorce,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

With a scowl etched on his face, Jayceon forcefully shoved Blaire’s arm off Arabella’s shoulder, his patience wearing thin.

“Get in the car, Blaire,” Arabella urged, her voice laced with urgency.

Blaire, however, intertwined his arm with Arabella’s, playfully bending his knees to rest his head against her shoulder, clearly relishing the moment and aiming to provoke Jayceon further.

Suppressing his fury, Jayceon positioned himself in front of Arabella, blocking Blaire’s advances. He shot Blaire a fierce glare, his voice low and menacing. “You might want to reconsider your next move. Believe me, I will twist your head off if you keep this up.”

Blaire, unperturbed, handed the umbrella to Arabella with a grin. “Ara, hold this for me, will you?”

Reluctantly, Arabella took the umbrella from him, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

Blaire pointed between Jayceon and himself, clearly enjoying the tension.

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around Arabella’s waist, taunting Jayceon with a gleeful challenge. “Yeah, I’m holding her. I’m hugging her. What are you going to do about it?”