Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 398

**Chapter 398**

Arabella couldn’t shake off the frown that had settled on her brow.

Just one night had passed, yet Jayceon appeared utterly transformed. His eyes were puffy and red, the whites marred by angry veins, while his complexion was an alarming shade of pale that hinted at illness. He looked as if he had been through a storm and had emerged on the other side, battered and weary.

“Steve made breakfast. You can eat it,” Jayceon managed to croak out, his voice raspy and strained.

A tightness gripped Arabella’s chest, a suffocating sensation that made it hard to breathe. With a determined push, she stepped past Jayceon and turned her back on him, heading towards the staircase that led to the upper floor.

“After breakfast, I’ll take you back,” Jayceon called out, his grip tightening around her arm, desperation lacing his words.

Arabella spun around, her heart racing.

She scrutinized him from head to toe, her gaze sharp and filled with skepticism. “Are you telling the truth?” she challenged, her voice laced with disbelief.

Standing on the staircase, Arabella towered over Jayceon, who remained firmly planted below her, their gazes locking in a moment that felt heavy with unspoken emotions.

Jayceon took a cautious step closer, his heart pounding as he reached out to grasp Arabella’s hands, his touch tentative yet sincere. “I told you, I will never lie to you again,” he insisted, his eyes searching hers for a glimmer of hope.

“I know I look pathetic when I cling to you, and I know you hate it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting a deep, painful truth.

“I really know I was wrong. I’m not just saying it, and it’s not about possession. I just want to take you home; I want you back by my side.” His eyes pleaded with her, a mixture of vulnerability and longing etched across his features.

“Maybe I’m too impatient,” he confessed, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what I need to do to earn your forgiveness, but I truly want to grow old with you, I swear!”

Arabella felt her impatience boiling over. “Jayceon, even if you paint a pretty picture, I won’t believe you again. If you truly feel you owe me, then disappear from my life completely!” Her words were sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

They stood there, locked in a silent battle, their faces mere inches apart.

The cold indifference radiating from Arabella’s eyes pierced through Jayceon, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

He fought against the urge to flee, forcing himself to remain steady before her, even as his heart raced in his chest.

With bloodshot eyes, he stared at Arabella, his voice steady yet heavy with emotion. “If this is what you want, I will respect your choice and give you your freedom!” Each word felt like a weight lifting off his shoulders, yet it was laced with a profound sadness.

Arabella studied him intently, her disbelief palpable.

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