Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 390

**Chapter 390**

Confronted with the simmering fury radiating from Arabella, Jayceon’s voice emerged as a soft whisper, barely breaking the tense silence. “I made you something to eat. Would you prefer I carry you downstairs, or should I bring it up here for you?”

Arabella’s response was ice-cold, her gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. “Jayceon, ever since you decided to bake that blueberry cake for Georgina, I refuse to eat anything you make!”

The mention of Georgina was a familiar sting, a wound that Jayceon had hoped would heal with time but now felt as raw as it had the first day.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, suppressing the twisting pain that gripped his chest and the knot of discomfort that churned in his stomach. Composure was essential.

After a brief silence, he lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Arabella, and in a voice that was low and hoarse, he asked, “Are you done pretending?”

Arabella shot back, her voice laced with defiance, “Did you bring me here to imprison me?”

Jayceon, sensing her agitation, gently adjusted the blanket that had slipped down, pulling it higher over her body. “No one will disturb us here. Let’s both take a moment to calm down and have a proper conversation.”

Arabella’s frustration boiled over. “Jayceon, I have nothing to discuss with you. I want to go back!” Her voice trembled, revealing the turmoil beneath her bravado.

Jayceon’s tone softened, a hint of desperation creeping in. “Promise me you won’t see Franklin anymore, and I’ll take you back right now.”

Their eyes locked, each searching for a flicker of understanding in the other’s gaze.

Arabella, in a sudden burst of anger, seized a pillow and hurled it at Jayceon. “Jayceon, you have no right to meddle in my private life!”

With a fierce determination, she declared, “Even if I die alone, I will never return to you!”

Jayceon remained seated at the edge of the bed, a silent sentinel as Arabella unleashed her fury upon him, her words like arrows aimed straight for his heart.

Once she had vented her frustrations, he leaned down, retrieving the pillow from the floor with a heavy heart.

Standing beside the bed, he held the pillow in his hands, his voice barely above a whisper. “You really won’t forgive me?”

Her gaze pierced through him with unwavering strength. “Forgive you? How could I ever face the person I used to be?”

Arabella continued, her voice steady but filled with pain. “Jayceon, you’ve already brought me here against my will. I have only this one life. I would rather die than ever forgive you!”

Inside, Jayceon wrestled with his emotions, his fingers tightening around the pillow as a tremor coursed through him.

They stood in a heavy silence, both caught in an emotional stalemate, the air thick with unspoken words.

After what felt like an eternity, Jayceon finally set the pillow down and turned to exit the room.

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