Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 355

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

**Chapter 355**

Arabella felt a storm of panic brewing within her, her heart racing as confusion clouded her thoughts. The situation had spiraled out of control, and she wished she had chosen to endure the discomfort rather than end up in this restroom, entangled in a mess she never intended to create.

Just as the tension between her and Jayceon reached a boiling point, a familiar voice broke through the thick silence. It was Amanda, calling out from just outside the door, and the sound sent a jolt of fear through Arabella. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat, constricting her breath.

What if someone walked in and witnessed them in this compromising position? The very thought sent chills down her spine. She could already imagine the whispers and the judgment. People loved to elevate the powerful, and she could picture them spinning tales of her greed for the Melendez family’s fortune, claiming she was a mere ordinary woman unable to let go of Jayceon, the golden heir of a prestigious lineage. They would say she had been seducing him, desperate to rekindle their past.

Arabella tightened her grip on her dress, her body frozen in place, while Jayceon held her close, oblivious to the chaos swirling in her mind.

A moment later, Samuel’s voice echoed through the hallway, informing Amanda that Jayceon was downstairs. The sound of his voice was both a relief and a curse; it meant they had to face the world again. A few minutes passed, feeling like an eternity, before Samuel knocked on the door, assuring them that the coast was clear and they could emerge.

Jayceon hesitated, a flicker of reluctance crossing his features, but eventually, he released his hold on her. Arabella, in a flurry of anxiety, quickly adjusted her dress, smoothing out the creases that had formed during their struggle.

In a sudden burst of emotion, Arabella slapped Jayceon hard across the face. The sound echoed in the small restroom, and for a moment, they just stared at one another, the air thick with unspoken words. She didn’t give him a chance to respond; instead, she flung open the door, her heart pounding in her chest.

Samuel stood there, his gaze immediately drawn to the telltale mark on Arabella’s neck, a reminder of the intensity that had just transpired. He gestured toward the restroom with a knowing look, and Arabella felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her disheveled appearance betraying her. She instinctively pulled her long hair down, hoping to hide the evidence of her turmoil, and hurried past him into the hallway.

Samuel entered the room, and the palpable tension lingered in the air like smoke from an extinguished flame.

He offered Jayceon a cigarette, his tone casual yet probing. “You held it in all night, but seeing Franklin hug Arabella was what finally set you off?”

Jayceon walked over to the window, the cigarette perched between his fingers, his back turned to Samuel. It was impossible to read his expression, but the tension radiating from him spoke volumes.

Samuel moved closer, deliberately trying to provoke a reaction. “I could have sworn I heard a slap just now. Care to explain?”

Jayceon’s fingers grazed the spot on his cheek where Arabella had struck him, his silent contemplation evident. He tilted his head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Samuel, but the words remained unspoken, trapped in his throat.

Once Jayceon finished his cigarette, the two of them made their way downstairs, the atmosphere still charged with unspoken tension.

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