Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel 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?”

Leon was already halfway gone just looking at her. Smiling, he said, “Of course. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

Sarah motioned toward the couch. “Alright, Mr. Spencer, lie down here. Close your eyes and try to completely clear your mind.”

“Okay.” He lay down, a little too eager.

The couch had been custom-made overseas—designed specifically for hypnotherapy patients. It was covered in the softest material and filled with plush cotton padding. The moment Leon sank into it, it felt like he was floating on a cloud.

Even before Sarah said a word, the comfort alone made him feel like drifting off to sleep.

Her voice 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 lights. A woman in a white mermaid gown is walking toward you. Do you see her?”

That night, Leon slowly woke up to darkness.

He called out Sarah’s name a few times, unsure if she was nearby.

No answer.

Only then did he realize something was off. He sat up, pulled the earbuds off, and hit play again—only to rip them out and fling them to the floor. The sound was… wrong. Creepy. Disturbing.

Outside, the night sky was thick and heavy. Even the air seemed strange, like a mist you couldn’t quite see through.

Leon eventually made it to bed, but sleep didn’t come easy.

His right hand clutched the bedsheet so tightly his knuckles turned white.