Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 358

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 358**

Julian’s slender, elongated eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze settling on the injury that marred Jayceon’s flesh. A heavy silence enveloped the room as he spoke, his voice deliberate and measured, “I can’t say Arabella and I share the same essence, but one thing is crystal clear—she and Mr. Melendez are worlds apart from who they used to be!” His words hung in the air, heavy with implications.

The atmosphere grew tense as Jayceon’s expression darkened ominously. With a swift, almost desperate movement, he seized Arabella’s wrist, his grip firm and commanding. “Come with me,” he ordered, his voice laced with urgency.

At that precise moment, Jayceon’s father, Conrad, initiated a video call. The screen flickered to life, revealing a stern visage. Arabella, feeling the weight of the situation, forcefully wrenched her wrist away from Jayceon. He stumbled, losing his balance, and crashed onto the floor with a thud.

Julian stood by, his expression unreadable.

Arabella remained silent, her mind racing.

Jayceon, still reeling from the pain, fought to answer the call from his father. The moment Conrad’s eyes fell upon his son, concern etched across his face. “Jay, where are you? You look absolutely dreadful!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with alarm.

Jayceon, struggling to maintain his composure, swung his phone around to give his father a view of the room. Conrad’s gaze landed on Julian and Arabella, and he frowned. “Dad, I’m at Vance Manor. I’m fine!” Jayceon insisted, though his voice wavered.

Before he could elaborate, the phone slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the ground as he fought to keep himself upright, clutching his wound in agony.

Conrad’s voice boomed through the speaker, filled with panic, “Jay, are you hurt? What happened?”

“Is it because of that woman, Arabella?” he demanded, his tone accusatory.

Jayceon shot a glance at Arabella, his voice strained but resolute. “I couldn’t just let anything happen to her.”

From the other end of the line, Conrad’s fury was palpable, his threats to confront the Palmer family echoing ominously, while Tabitha’s voice questioned the unfolding chaos. In a moment of clarity, Jayceon decisively ended the call, his finger hovering over the screen for a heartbeat before he pressed the button.

Arabella and Julian exchanged a knowing look, their thoughts aligned. Jayceon’s actions were a calculated move, a clear signal to his father that his injury was a consequence of his association with her and Julian. They all understood the temperament of the Melendez men; tomorrow, Jayceon’s grandfathers would undoubtedly storm Vance Manor, demanding answers.

Arabella felt a wave of dread wash over her as she considered the repercussions. Conrad’s wrath would surely be directed at her, and she could only imagine how he would confront her parents. The thought of those two formidable old men from the Melendez family made her stomach churn.

If it were within her power, she would gladly take the pain herself rather than drag the Melendez family into this mess. The situation had escalated far beyond her intentions, and she knew it was better to defuse the tension than to add fuel to the fire. She had no desire to owe anyone a favor, nor did she want to be the source of any further trouble.

After a moment of internal struggle, Arabella approached Jayceon, extending her hand to help him rise. His deep-set eyes bore into hers, a mixture of pain and gratitude flickering within them, his brow creased as he battled the sharp throbs from his injury.

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