Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 360

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 360**

Jayceon lay on the hospital bed, his hands gripping the edge as if it were a lifeline. His complexion was alarmingly pale, a stark contrast to the sterile white sheets beneath him. His upper body swayed slightly, a fragile pendulum caught in a web of weakness. It was as though he might tip over at any moment, succumbing to the exhaustion that clung to him like a heavy fog.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and two nurses rushed in, their eyes widening at the sight of Jayceon’s deteriorating condition. Without a moment’s hesitation, they dashed out, urgency etched on their faces as they went to summon the attending doctor.

Moments later, Julian arrived, his presence cutting through the tense atmosphere. The doctor had just finished tending to Jayceon’s wounds, expertly cleaning and bandaging the injuries, and had initiated an IV drip to replenish the fluids he so desperately needed. Jayceon reclined against the pillows, casting a complicated glance at Julian, who sat nonchalantly in his wheelchair.

Julian had made an effort for this visit, donning a festive dark red suit jacket that seemed almost too vibrant for the somber setting. His narrow eyes roamed over Jayceon’s frail form, taking in the sight of his nephew in such a state. A soft, ambiguous laugh escaped him, almost mocking.

“Couldn’t you have closed the net sooner?” Jayceon’s voice was icy, cutting through the air. “You had to wait for Arabella to rush out and shield you, which resulted in me getting stabbed twice. How does that make any sense?”

Julian’s expression morphed into a wicked grin, his handsome features twisting with mischief. “How else would you learn your lesson if I didn’t let you get stabbed twice?” he teased, the glint in his eyes betraying a hint of satisfaction.

Jayceon’s expression darkened further, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Julian, ever the provocateur, toyed with the rosary beads in his hand as he continued, “You should be grateful. Otherwise, how could you be lounging so comfortably in a hospital room, brought in by none other than your ex-wife herself?”

The term ‘ex-wife’ struck Jayceon like a physical blow, reverberating in his mind. He locked his gaze onto Julian, the intensity of his stare palpable. “It’s your choice to fly to Country R and put yourself in harm’s way to bait your enemy, but don’t drag Arabella into your reckless games!”

Julian’s demeanor shifted, seriousness replacing his earlier levity. “How did you manage to get there so quickly last night?” he inquired, curiosity lacing his tone.

Their eyes met, and Jayceon felt an uncharacteristic urge to look away. “This is Zelmere. I can easily corner your nemesis on the outer ring road for your people to handle. Is it really so hard to comprehend that Arabella was in danger at Vance Manor?” he replied, his voice dripping with nonchalance.

Julian chose not to pursue the topic further, shifting gears instead. “This morning, your grandfather stormed into Vance Manor, throwing quite the tantrum. He and my grandfather nearly brought the roof down with their shouting match,” he recounted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ultimately, it’s my fault Mr. Melendez got hurt. I’ll take care of the medical bills and any compensation.”

Jayceon, his expression resolute, countered, “I didn’t get hurt for your sake, and I certainly don’t need your financial help. Just keep your distance from Arabella from now on.”

Julian, undeterred, continued to fiddle with the beads, a sound echoing in the quiet room. “Arabella is young, beautiful, and possesses a righteous spirit. I intend to get closer to her and foster a good relationship in the future,” he declared, watching as Jayceon’s face darkened further at his words.

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