Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 815

Leon wasn't surprised by her reaction.

But he didn't get up. "Miss Sanders, don't forget that the Wilson family is a shareholder of Adams University, and I'm currently in partnership with them. I just want to consult about a psychological issue—surely Miss Sanders can accommodate that? Adams University wouldn't dare refuse a shareholder, would they?"

Sarah's expression darkened. Indeed, if this matter reached the dean, it would be difficult to explain.

She sat down silently and took out a sheet of paper. "What psychological issue?"

"The problem I want to consult about can only be answered and resolved by Miss Sanders.” Leon leaned closer to the desk.

"Go ahead."

"Recently, I keep dreaming about someone—a woman in a white mermaid dress dancing with me. Whenever I hold her hand, my heart races, and I know I've fallen for her. After dreaming about her more than two or three times, I finally realized something was wrong. During the day, I'm increasingly listless, and whenever I close my eyes, she's all I can think about. This has seriously affected my life and work. Miss Sanders, what kind of illness do you think this is?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

Sarah suppressed the urge to splash the glass of water beside her onto his face. This scene reminded her of Zachary, who had frequently come for psychological counseling after his supposed heartbreak.

He wasn't sick at all—he was just using this as an excuse to flirt with her.

"Mr. Spencer, everyone dreams. Dreaming is perfectly normal, so you needn't worry about it. You could try redirecting your attention in daily life and not let this person occupy your thoughts. No thoughts, no dreams," Sarah said calmly.

Leon probably hadn't expected her to respond this way. He cleared his throat. "Miss Sanders, do you think it's possible I have lovesickness?"

Sarah's eyes widened. She didn't know how to respond to Leon.

Just then, Mia pushed open the counseling room door.

Mia said haughtily, "Then you've probably wasted a trip. Sarah is my psychologist—we have a signed contract. She won't treat you."

As the two went back and forth, Sarah felt her head spinning. She immediately stopped their pointless argument. "Stop."

"Mr. Spencer, I can treat you, but my consultation fees aren't low."

Leon nodded readily. "Name your price."