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?"

he said,

motioned toward the couch. "Alright, Mr. Spencer, lie down here. Close your

He lay down, a little too

It was covered in the softest material and filled with plush cotton

comfort alone made

want you to picture a dream. You're on a huge stage, under a sky full of dazzling lights. A woman in a white

said, a grin slowly

She lifts her hand and

mine. We're dancing."

belongs to s

voice as calm as ever. "Yes, you're dancing.

me so tenderly.

wave of nausea. She wanted to grab the knife on the desk and stab

of earbuds over his ears and pressed

that lasted ten minutes and

in close, whispering something low into