"Sir, please answer my question accurately." Seeing that Sebastian was silent, Jameson slowly urged, "Don't worry. If it involves business secrets, you can say it vaguely. We don't have any monitoring recording here, and we won't reveal any private information about the clients."

"Recently, I have been repeating the same picture in my mind." Since he had decided to come to see a doctor, he could not drag things on like this. Sebastian understood that it was a basic principle to not hide a disease from a doctor.

It was fine. As long as he was not embarrassed, then the one who was embarrassed would be someone else.

"What kind of picture is it? Can there be a general description?" Jameson asked patiently.

"About sexual behavior." Sebastian casually spat out these words, even using medical terms. However, his rigid body lines still exposed the tension in his heart.

"..." For a moment, Jameson did not know how to respond, thinking to himself, "He is the dignified Mr. Laird. What kind of woman couldn't he get? How could he fall to the point of having an erotic dream in broad daylight? Doesn't he still have Rosalind by his side?"

Jameson also knew that he should not bring private information to work to affect his mood and hinder normal therapy's work, but... This news was too explosive.

"Doctor Alex?" Sebastian was already in a very bad mood, and Jameson's silence made it worse. Sebastian thought to himself, "What did he mean?"

"Sorry." Jameson pulled back his thoughts. His good professionalism told him that he was a doctor now. He should not let his emotions affect the patient, "According to your description, you may have restrained your normal desires too much in your daily life. Your work pressure may be too great, causing you to often be tired, so you refuse sex. But in fact, that kind of demand has always been in your heart."

"Doctor." Sebastian interrupted Jameson's analysis. He thought to himself, "What a joke! From that night five years ago until now, I have never had any sexual behavior. Why did this illness not flare up for such a long time? And during just these few days, it suddenly erupted and even disturbed my mind?" He asked, "Is it possible that I was psychologically guided on purpose?"

"Why do you have such a guess?" Jameson was puzzled, thinking to himself, "An ordinary person's brain circuits would not be like this, right? Is Sebastian suffering from persecution mania?" Jameson asked, "When did you think so, or when did you think you were being guided?"

"This has nothing to do with you. I just want to know if there is such a possibility." Sebastian thought to himself, "How could I have to say that this phenomenon started only after I saw Rowena?"

"In theory, this kind of inducement is very difficult to achieve purely by relying on the psychological hint. With the help of medicine, it needs to inject the drugs into the body of the induced, and it can produce an aphrodisiac effect. But even if this method is used, the duration is not long. At most, it will last for one night. And according to your situation, it should have been more than three days." Jameson shook his head and denied Sebastian's guess, "So it's almost impossible."

"Really?" Sebastian was silent again, thinking to himself, "How is this possible? Then what is wrong with me?"

Jameson also had no solution to Sebastian's situation. So far, in all the cases he had dealt with, and even all the psychology books he had read, there had never been such a recurring erotic dream.

"Am I incompetent?" Thinking to himself, Jameson could not help but doubt his professional skills and say apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Laird. I can't explain your specific situation, but I can prescribe some tranquilizers here. You can use them when you go back. Try to reduce the working pressure and relax your mind as soon as possible."

Sebastian thought to himself, "I haven't had work to do for a long time, so where did the pressure of work come from? Yesterday, I finally decided to focus on my career, but I was attracted by the CEO of Heartbeating. I tried to catch her for a long time but made a joke in the end."

When Sebastian thought of these trivial things, he felt completely gloomy, thinking to himself, "Couldn't my personal doctor prescribe me a tranquilizer? Why did I need to come here and open my heart to make a change?"

He stood up and looked down at Jameson arrogantly, who was dressed in white, "There's no need. Doctor Alex, I really suspect that you got your qualifications to work by deception."

Just as Jameson was about to apologize, Sebastian turned around and strode outside.

On the other side, in the courtyard shrouded in sunlight, Rowena and Willa were walking slowly.

Willa looked very cheerful today. She kept talking without stopping. She was completely different from the one when they first met yesterday. No wonder her mother was so nervous. She used to be optimistic and cheerful so that the sudden gloominess and depression seemed especially obvious.

But... Her change was too fast. Rowena was still a little worried, thinking to herself, "Her illness is not really relieved. She just changed the target of her personality to depend on the current psychological treatment."

"It shouldn't... It shouldn't be."

She was worried when Willa's phone rang.

Willa took a look at the caller and her pupils suddenly contracted. Her left hand that was holding the mobile phone was even trembling slightly.

Rowena sensed that something was wrong. She held Willa with one hand and wanted to pass her power to Willa, "Don't worry about it first. Who called?"

When Willa raised her head, a smile returned to her face. She waved her mobile phone, "It's my ex-love rival. Don't worry. With your psychological guidance, I can handle it."

Rowena's heart sank.

Willa was indeed smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes at all. What hid in the depths of her eyes was thick fear and anger. She was hiding her emotions. In other words, she was playing the image of a healed.

After all, acting was still acting. This kind of forceful support was not reliable. Once it was broken, she would suffer a second injury and even form an irreversible shadow.

Thinking of this, Rowena quickly grabbed her shoulder, reached out to grab the phone in Willa's hand, and pressed the hang-up button.

"What are you doing?" As her mobile phone was suddenly taken away, Willa stared blankly for a few seconds before speaking up, her tone full of hurt, "Sister Rowena, don't tell me you don't trust me?"

"I don’t think you have the ability to deal with it." Rowena's calm analysis pierced Willa's heart word by word, "You have to be clear that psychological counseling is not omnipotent, and I can't be your savior. You have to integrate what I said before you can truly recover, instead of acting like an extremely healthy person according to my expectations. That is not you. The world will not give you any benefits because you are a good actor."

Willa lowered her head. Her bangs covered her expression, and the trembling of her palms spread throughout her entire body. Rowena suddenly felt a little regretful, thinking to herself, "Now that I said so much, did I provoke her?"

She took two steps forward and reached out to pat Willa on the back, wanting to help her calm down. However, in the next moment, Willa suddenly raised her head. Her eyes were already bloodshot. With a flip of her hand, she directly pushed Rowena to the ground.

"Oh." Rowena groaned in pain. She wanted to get up, but the fall was too fierce. Her whole body was in pain, making her unable to move at all. She couldn't care about herself anymore and just lay down, hoping to use words to calm Willa down, "Don't be agitated. This is the necessary process of treatment. You can't..."

"Didn't you say that I had to be myself?" Willa smiled sinisterly and casually grabbed a potted plant next to her, "Look carefully. This is the real me—"

Willa used all the strength in her body to throw the vase toward Rowena's face.