Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

The atmosphere suddenly grew suffocating, thick with an unspoken tension.

Arabella struggled to push Jayceon away. “If you have nothing more to say, please put me down,” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

But Jayceon’s hand closed firmly around her chin, tilting her face toward his. Before she could protest, his lips crashed onto hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Arabella gripped his collar and shoulders, writhing desperately, but his broad, muscular frame pinned her tightly against him. His kiss was intense, almost desperate, as if trying to claim something long denied.

When they finally broke apart, both were gasping for air. Jayceon’s breath came in heavy, uneven bursts.

Panic surged through Arabella as she realized the unmistakable hardness pressing against her. Without thinking, she bit down hard on his lower lip.

A sharp metallic tang of blood filled the space between them. Slowly, Jayceon released her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

With a gentleness that contrasted the previous intensity, he brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Arabella, how long has it been since we last made love?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes locked onto the blood smudge on his lip. “Can’t Georgina satisfy you?” she shot back, bitterness lacing her words.

Though the hunger still flickered in Jayceon’s gaze, he restrained himself. Carefully, he helped her adjust the straps of her pajamas before lifting her off the sink.

“I’m going to shower,” he said softly, then turned and disappeared into the bathroom.

Arabella ordered takeout, changed into fresh clothes, and headed downstairs.

In the three years they had been married, Jayceon’s physical desire had always been fierce and unrelenting. After business trips or once her period ended, he would pursue her relentlessly, until she was left tearful and begging for respite.

But since Georgina and her child had returned, Jayceon hadn’t come home in over a month.

And when he did, their interactions were cold, punctuated by arguments or icy silences.

Arabella knew better than anyone how deeply he craved intimacy.

Yet for more than two months now, he had not shared a bed with her. She suspected Georgina must have been fulfilling his needs elsewhere.

The takeout arrived, and Arabella sat alone in the quiet dining room, eating breakfast in solitude.

Jayceon entered, fully dressed, his eyes immediately falling on the takeout box before her.

“Mom called,” he said abruptly. “She wants us to go back to the Melendez mansion tonight.”

Arabella had never been skilled in the kitchen.

Still, over the past three years, she had learned to prepare simple meals.

Each time she finished cooking, she would rush to present the food to him, eager for his approval.

She would coax and plead just to get him to take a single bite.

But this time was different: both of them were home, yet she had ordered takeout only for herself.

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