Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 412

Sarah's eyes dimmed, perhaps because of Vivian.

"Sasa, I'm not better. How could I be when you haven't forgiven me?" he said with a bitter smile.

"So what brings you for consultation today? Heartbreak again?" Sarah studied her fingertips.

Zachary leaned back relaxedly. "Heartbreak. The person I love doesn't want anything to do with me. What should I do?"

Sarah blinked. "Thank you for helping with the land deal. Did Vivian blame you?"

Zachary shook his head. "Even if she did, she wouldn't show it."

Things weren't this awkward even when he first met Vivian at the airport. Now, though they could sit together and discuss business, it always felt like there was a wall between them.

Whenever he faced Vivian, his mind would flash to everything she'd done to Sarah.

Lately, he'd been having bloody nightmares - seeing Sarah lying in a pool of blood in an abandoned factory, himself helplessly trying to reach her but blocked by a cold transparent wall.

In his ears echoed a woman's desperate, bone-chilling screams - an unforgettable nightmare.

"Mr. Reynolds, let’s start the treatment.”

Sarah smiled faintly as she walked from her desk to his side. She placed her hand on his shoulder and adjusted his chair's backrest, letting him relax against it.

She bent down gently, bringing her lips close to his ear, and spoke softly, "Relax, clear your mind. Slowly let your body unwind, empty your thoughts. You feel drowsy, as if you've just run for miles..."

Sarah watched Zachary as he slowly lowered his eyes and relaxed into the chair.

She continued, "You're walking aimlessly down a street. There's no one around. You seem to be waiting for someone. Who are you waiting for? What are you going to do?"

What had happened between her and Zachary three years ago?

All these questions swirled in her mind, mystery upon mystery.

These mysteries were like tangled ropes knotted tightly together.

Even if she wanted to unravel them, she needed to find the first knot.

She continued questioning, "When did you meet the person you're waiting for? What was your relationship like? What's their name?"

As she asked, Zachary's expression grew more pained. His brows furrowed tightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

She pressed on relentlessly, "Tell me! What was your relationship with that woman? When did you get together? When did you first meet?"