The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 394 - 401 Right and Proper

Chapter 394: Chapter 401 Right and Proper

Sandra was unusually well-behaved tonight. Before dinner, she was on her best behavior; during dinner, she ate quietly and properly. Once she finished, she went straight back to her bedroom, shut the door, and even locked it from the inside.

Lucy Campbell also left after dinner. As a smart woman, she knew when it was time to leave—staying around at this moment would only make John Brown feel uncomfortable.

Gina Lopez walked over to knock on her sister’s door and said, "Sandra, what’s with locking the door?"

"I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed!" Sandra replied from inside.

"It’s not even that late, and you’re already going to bed?"

"I’m just tired today, okay? Is that not allowed?"

"Open the door. You still have to get a massage."

"Nope, I’m not doing it. I’m sleeping now."

Sandra stubbornly refused to open the door, which infuriated Gina. She shouted, "Come out this instant! We tried taking you to a massage parlor and you wouldn’t go. We found someone to massage you at home, and you refused. Now your brother-in-law is offering to do it himself, and you still won’t cooperate. What do you want? Do you need to cripple yourself and make Mom and Dad worry themselves sick before you’re happy?"

Inside, Sandra suddenly went silent. Still upset, Gina continued yelling, "Are you coming out or not? If you don’t open the door, I won’t care about you anymore. Do whatever you want!"

Finally, the door creaked open. With her lips pouting and her head hanging low, Sandra appeared, fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt, looking like a child who had done something wrong. She mumbled, "See, I’m out now."

Gina huffed and said sternly, "The water is already prepared for you. Go soak your feet first."

Sandra grumbled something under her breath but unwillingly headed off to soak her feet.

Only then did Gina walk back into the living room, still visibly angry. She vented to John Brown, saying, "That girl is nothing but trouble."

John quickly tried to calm her down, saying, "Let it go. Sandra knows her feet are in bad shape, so of course, she’s in a bad mood. If you keep yelling at her, she’ll just feel worse."

Gina let out a sigh before turning apologetically to John and saying, "Honey, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you again."

John replied with a casual air, "What trouble? It’s no big deal."

"Honey!" Gina leaned her head against John’s shoulder and said gently, "You work so hard, cooking meals and chauffeuring us to and from work every day. Most of the housework is on your plate too. You’ve already done so much."

This was the first time Gina Lopez had expressed such heartfelt gratitude to John Brown, making him feel warm inside. He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder and said, "I’m your husband, aren’t I? Doing these things is only natural. Besides, you work so hard at the company all day and then stay up late working at home. If you had to do housework on top of that, wouldn’t you be exhausted?"

"You have a job too; you go to work every day just like me. It makes me feel so guilty. Oh, honey, here’s my savings book. I’m giving it all to you," Gina said as she handed John her account book.

John took it and opened it. He chuckled, "Wow, babe, you’re quite rich—over two million!"

Gina replied quickly, "I also have some stock investments and securities accounts. I’ll give you the passwords later. Whenever you have free time, help me check on them."

John accepted without hesitation. Gina had handed over her entire financial details to him, showing her sincerity in living as a true couple. John reasoned there was no need to decline—doing so would seem hypocritical and unmanly. Since Gina was his wife, accepting everything about her, including her money, was only proper.

If it were someone else, they might accuse John of lacking ambition or backbone. But John didn’t care about money at all; if he really wanted, earning tens of millions would be a breeze. He found it amusing instead—being a househusband had its own charm.

Secretly, Gina was nervous that John might feel uncomfortable, but to her delight, he accepted everything so easily that her heart filled with sweetness.

At that moment, Sandra finally came out of the bathroom, dragging her feet. Gina immediately sat up straight, still unaccustomed to being openly affectionate with John in front of others—even if it was her twin sister.

"Come here! What are you standing over there for?" Gina called out when Sandra stopped near the coffee table, reluctant to approach.

Sandra pouted, "Sis, let’s not. I’ll feel embarrassed."

Gina glared at her and said, "Embarrassed for what? That’s your brother-in-law, not some stranger. Besides, it’s just a foot massage, not something serious. Why is your skin so thin?"

Sandra hesitated before slowly walking over. Gina impatiently stood up and pushed Sandra down onto the sofa, ordering, "Alright, sit here obediently and let your brother-in-law give you a massage. James, her feet are in your hands now."

John Brown was sweating internally. His wife was treating him so kindly lately, but he couldn’t forget that he and Sandra were secretly scheming together. It made him feel just a bit guilty. However, knowing that Sandra, Gina’s own sister, was involved in the plan offered him some relief.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, John said, "Sandra, don’t worry. Your brother-in-law’s technique is good. Back in my heavy training days, I didn’t end up with any injuries. If you keep with the massages, I guarantee your feet will be fine."

Sandra glanced at John and asked, "Brother-in-law, will it hurt?"

"It’ll sting a bit at first, but once you get used to it, it’ll be fine. Just endure it for a while."

"Then I’m not doing it!" Sandra said, trying to stand up.

"Are you scared of a little pain?" Gina pressed Sandra back down onto the sofa and turned to John. "Honey, go ahead. I want to see how she refuses now."

John found this utterly exasperating. He had no choice but to sit down next to Sandra’s feet, but his hands hovered hesitantly—with his wife watching, it felt decidedly awkward to be massaging his sister-in-law’s feet.

Gina urged again, "Hurry up, honey. This is for Sandra’s health. It’s important!"

John steeled himself and finally grabbed Sandra’s foot. Immediately, her leg tensed straight. Despite all the mischief they’d pulled together before, having him hold her foot openly in Gina’s presence made her feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and even a strange thrill.

Gina smiled, "See? It’s not a big deal. Why are you always so defiant? Where does it hurt?"

John felt embarrassed and said, "I haven’t even applied pressure yet."

Gina laughed awkwardly, "No worries—it won’t hurt that much anyway."

"It’s easy for you to say; you’re not the one in pain," Sandra retorted, pouting.

"Alright, alright. Your brother-in-law hasn’t even given me a foot massage, and he’s massaging yours! Be happy about it!"

"Sandra, brace yourself. I’m starting now." John warned, and then his fingers pressed down harder.

"Ah! Brother-in-law, you’re pressing too hard, it hurts!" Sandra yelped, genuinely feeling the sharp pain.

Gina held her down and scolded, "Stop shouting! You’re not a child anymore. Can’t you handle a little pain? What else can you do?"

Sandra squirmed and yelled, "You’re not the one in pain! Ah, ah, brother-in-law, go easier! If you’re so tough, you try it!"

Gina sneered, "I’ll let your brother-in-law massage me later. You’re the one who’s injured—deal with it."

Sandra gritted her teeth. "You two are the worst—I’ll get my revenge!"

Though the massage plan was initially a ruse between John and Sandra to fool Gina, it wasn’t entirely without merit. A foot massage is beneficial, especially after prolonged use. Feet are often called the body’s second heart; soaking and massaging them before bed is great for overall health.

As Sandra’s feet had been under significant strain lately, John decided to seriously help her this time. He carefully adjusted his pressure, making the massage more effective.

Sandra whimpered for a while but eventually adapted to the sensation. Gina stood up and said, "Alright, just sit here quietly. I need to get back to work. Honey, thank you for handling this. If Sandra gives you trouble, don’t show her any mercy."

John nodded with a smile, while Sandra secretly made a fist behind Gina’s back.

As soon as Gina went back to her room, Sandra excitedly winked at John. But John, still unsure of her motives, could only chuckle at her slyness—his mischievous sister-in-law was full of tricks.

"Bad brother-in-law, why did you use so much pressure earlier?" Sandra whispered softly, complaining.

John smirked, "Massages are supposed to involve pressure. Otherwise, they wouldn’t work."

"Ah, I get it! Brother-in-law is so smart; otherwise, it wouldn’t seem authentic," Sandra teased, clearly amused.

John rolled his eyes—a real massage didn’t need her validation, but he chose not to argue.

"Brother-in-law, this position is uncomfortable. I want to watch TV—can we shift a bit?" Sandra raised her voice this time.

John agreed and went over to turn on the TV for her. Sandra sprawled on the Queen’s Couch, lifted her legs, and waited for John to return. As soon as he sat down, she placed both feet on his lap, grinning, "Brother-in-law, this is much better."

John shook his head helplessly, knowing he couldn’t outmaneuver Sandra, especially since she had leverage over him.

Meanwhile, Sandra was thoroughly pleased. Her playful antics continued as her small feet squirmed restlessly in John’s hands. Sometimes she’d spread her toes, even playfully pinching John’s fingers.

Since they’d reached this point, John decided to stop holding back. Instead of sticking strictly to massaging, he started idly playing with Sandra’s feet. Surprisingly, he found himself quite enjoying the cozy and mischievous interaction.