Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 838

Seeing Sarah like this, Leon finally dropped his suspicions. He figured maybe she'd been too out of it last night to remember clearly. Maybe she even thought it had all been some trick pulled by Zachary.

That thought relaxed him.

He looked at her with burning intensity and asked, "Sarah, what really happened last night? You can tell me I'll do everything I can to help."

Sarah shook her head, her expression firm. "No need, Mr. Spencer. I'll handle it myself. But... how's your psychological condition these days?"

The sudden mention of his mental health caught him off guard. For a second, he froze then a wave of satisfaction washed over him.

They both knew the mental illness thing was fake. But the fact that Sarah brought it up herself? That had to mean she wanted to get closer to him.

Still, something about last night kept nagging at him. He knew exactly how powerful that drug was. He'd used it in multiple countries—including the most guarded circles of country H-and it had never failed.

Trying not to show his unease, he looked at her and asked softly, "It hasn't gotten better. Miss Sanders, do you happen to have a new treatment method?"

Sarah had been waiting for this opening. She stood up slowly and walked toward him, voice gentle and soothing. "Mr. Spencer, I've actually been working on a new approach. But I've never tried it on anyone before. Would you be willing to be my first test subject?"

looking at her. Smiling, he said, "Of course. I'll let you

lie down here. Close your eyes and try to completely clear

down, a

softest material and filled with plush cotton padding. The moment Leon sank into

comfort alone made him feel

was low and lulling. "Mr. Spencer, I want you to picture a dream. You're on a huge stage, under a sky full of dazzling

She's smiling," Leon said, a grin slowly spreading

lifts her hand

mine. We're dancing."

belongs to s

voice as calm as ever. "Yes,

turned dreamy. "She's looking at me so tenderly.

to grab the knife

silently slipped a pair of earbuds over his ears and pressed

banned track-one that lasted ten minutes and

close, whispering something low into his ear-like she was telling a