Mr Melendez, your wife wants divorce long ago novel

Her Spark Ignites Tonight By J.S. Caldwell 39 Summary In the master bedroom, Tabitha places a medical kit nearby and advises Arabella and Jayceon to stay together for easier care, as Jayceon's back injury is severe and might cause a fever. Arabella, feeling guilty since she believes she caused his injury, helps him settle on the bed. Once alone, Jayceon confronts Arabella about mentioning their divorce to his grandfather, expressing cold anger.

Arabella calmly explains she wanted to give him a chance to be with his family, but Jayceon reminds her that the decision isn't hers to make, highlighting the tension between them. As Arabella tends to Jayceon's whip-marked back, she reflects on the past-how his family disapproved of their marriage due to her fallen noble status and how Jayceon's choice to marry her was partly an act of rebellion against his father, Chester. The bitterness of their troubled relationship weighs heavily on her as she applies medicine, accidentally causing him pain.

Their strained connection is underscored by the massive debt Arabella owes Jayceon, which he has warned will not be easily forgiven. Oliver enters with chicken broth prepared by Tabitha, urging them to eat. Jayceon drinks it quickly and encourages Arabella to try some, revealing a subtle care from his mother. Arabella hesitates but sips the broth, sensing it contains a potent tonic. After helping Jayceon change into pajamas, Arabella suddenly insists they go to the hospital, suspecting something is wrong with the broth.

Before she can act further, Jayceon unexpectedly pulls her into an intense embrace, pinning her to the bed. His heated body and fierce gaze reveal a complex mixture of desire and torment, as he pleads with her not to run from him. The charged atmosphere between them fills the room with a quiet, intimate tension, leaving their unresolved emotions hanging in the air. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 39 In the spacious master bedroom on the second floor, Tabitha carefully placed a medical kit on the nightstand. "Jay's back is seriously injured.

I'm worried he might develop a fever tonight. You two should stay here with him-it'll make it easier for us to monitor and care for him," she advised gently. Arabella didn't hesitate or argue. She moved over to help Jayceon settle onto the edge of the bed, her hands steady despite the knot of guilt tightening in her chest. After all, it was because of her that he was hurt. And since tomorrow was her day off, it didn't matter where she spent the night.

Once Tabitha and Kimberly quietly left the room, Arabella closed the door behind them and stepped closer to Jayceon, ready to assist him in removing his coat. But the moment her hand brushed his shoulder, his expression darkened. His grip suddenly tightened around her wrist, and his voice cut through the quiet with a cold edge. "Why did you bring up the divorce to Grandpa?" Arabella froze, caught off guard by the sudden question. Her heart skipped a beat, and a tense silence stretched between them.

After a few moments, she replied, her voice unnervingly calm, "I wanted to give you the chance to be with your little family-the three of you." Jayceon's eyes locked onto hers for several seconds, sharp and unreadable. "Arabella, if that's what you want to believe, fine. But remember, whether we divorce or not isn't your decision to make." She nodded quietly, not meeting his gaze as she resumed helping him slide off his suit jacket. She still owed him 150 million dollars. And as he had made clear before, Jayceon was a businessman who never lost a deal.

If she failed to repay that debt, he would never let her walk away so easily. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken tension, heavy and suffocating. Jayceon sat quietly on the bed's edge, his face shadowed, eyes lowered, making it impossible to decipher his true thoughts. Arabella's eyes drifted to the whip marks etched across his back, and a frown crept onto her face. This wasn't the first time he had suffered punishment because of her. The previous occasion had been when he insisted on honoring their engagement and marrying her.

Back then, the Melendez elders had looked down on her-a daughter of a fallen noble family, seen as a liability rather than an asset to Jayceon's career. They believed she would only drag him down and diminish his standing. In the end, their fears had been realized over the three difficult years of their marriage. Now, Arabella understood that Jayceon's decision to marry her might have been partly driven by defiance. Chester had despised Georgina's humble origins and had even forced them apart. So Jayceon had rebelled against Chester by marrying a girl from a bankrupt family instead.

The more Arabella dwelled on these thoughts, the deeper a swirl of unease and bitterness grew inside her. Without realizing it, she pressed harder as she applied medicine to the wounds. Jayceon flinched, a sharp hiss escaping him from the sting. Only then did Arabella realize she had been too rough. At that moment, a soft knock came at the door. Oliver stepped inside, his voice polite but insistent. "Mr. Jayceon, Mrs. Arabella Melendez, you haven't eaten dinner yet. Mrs. Tabitha asked the chef to prepare some chicken broth for you.

Please take it while it's still warm." Arabella quickly tidied the medical kit, though her appetite had completely vanished. "I already ate tonight," she said softly. Having studied traditional medicine, Arabella could detect the subtle, familiar aroma of herbs hidden beneath the stew's heavy seasoning. Oliver took a step closer, his tone sincere. "Mrs. Tabitha specifically requested this. Mrs. Arabella, please just have a little." A servant brought the bowl of chicken broth forward. Jayceon accepted it and drank it down in one swift motion.

Then, holding out the other bowl toward Arabella, he said gently, "Mom's thinking about us. Just try some." Arabella noticed Oliver lingering near the door, and with Jayceon waiting expectantly, she hesitated before taking a few tentative sips. Satisfied, Oliver nodded and left with the servant. Arabella helped Jayceon change into his pajamas, then excused herself to the bathroom. Minutes later, she emerged, wrapped in a bath towel, her steps unsteady. She hurried back to the bed, grabbed Jayceon's arm, and forced down the restless anxiety twisting inside her. "Get up.

Take me to the hospital." She suspected the broth had been laced with some kind of strong tonic-far more potent than ordinary herbs. Before she could say more, Jayceon suddenly pulled her into his arms. Arabella barely had time to react before he pinned her down on the bed. His body burned hot against hers, and her breath caught in her throat. Looking up at him, her vision blurring slightly, she whispered, "Calm down. The broth... something was added to it." Jayceon's hands braced on either side of her, his eyes dark and red-rimmed, filled with a fierce, almost tormenting desire.

"Arabella, don't run from me." The soft glow of the bedroom light cast a warm, intimate haze over them, wrapping the room in a quiet, charged stillness. Conclusion The chapter closes on a moment thick with unresolved tension and raw emotion, where past grievances and present vulnerabilities intertwine. Arabella's care for Jayceon is tinged with guilt and the weight of their complicated history, while Jayceon's fierce intensity reveals a man caught between pain and passion.

Amidst the lingering uncertainty about the mysterious tonic in the broth and Jayceon's fragile condition, the stakes feel higher than ever. Arabella's determination to protect and care for him, despite the pain and the debt that binds them, sets the stage for moments of raw honesty and unexpected tenderness. Yet, the shadow of past conflicts and the looming consequences of their unresolved issues hint at challenges that could either bring them closer or push them further apart.