The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 399 - 406 Leisure Time Amidst Busyness

Chapter 399: Chapter 406 Leisure Time Amidst Busyness

When John Brown got home, it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet. The one who opened the door was Emily Lopez. Her face lit up with surprise as she exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, weren’t you not coming home tonight?"

John Brown chuckled, "Being late is fine, but not coming home at night—that’s hardly the mark of a good man."

Emily Lopez yelped, "Ah, don’t tell me you’re going to give me a foot massage again tonight?"

John Brown had completely forgotten about this, but her exaggerated cry left him amused yet speechless. Clearly, she was reminding him on purpose, using such hysterics as a show meant for Gina Lopez.

Just then, Gina Lopez had already come out. She too seemed visibly pleased about John Brown returning home. Though she had created an opportunity for John to spend time with Sunny Nguyen tonight, she hadn’t expected him to come back. However, in front of her sister, she wasn’t comfortable showing her true feelings. Instead, she shot Emily Lopez an annoyed glance and said, "What are you yelling for? Your brother-in-law’s doing it for your good, and you act like it’s some kind of massive torment."

Emily Lopez pursed her lips and said, sounding very wronged, "Fine, I’ll go soak my feet now, okay?"

John Brown watched as Emily Lopez raced to the bathroom with energy. There wasn’t a shred of "wronged" behavior in her—it was clearly eagerness, which made John smile.

Gina Lopez and John Brown settled onto the living room sofa. The happiness in her expression was now uncontrollable. She spoke up, "Why’d you decide to come back anyway?"

"Isn’t this my home? As a husband, how could I not come home at night to accompany my wife?" John Brown wrapped his arm gently around Gina Lopez’s shoulders.

Gina Lopez leaned naturally against his shoulder. Earlier, she had been feeling jealous thinking about John spending time with Sunny Nguyen, but all those sour sentiments vanished instantly. She softly said, "You really are a wonderful husband."

"With an amazing wife like you, how could I not try to be a good husband?"

Gina Lopez tilted her head slightly, giving John a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Not bad—you’ve earned a reward," she said with a smile.

John laughed heartily and turned to kiss Gina back, but she pushed him away playfully and said, "Don’t mess around, Emily will come out any minute."

"Hee-hee, maybe I should stay in the bathroom a little longer so you two can get your fill of sweet moments before I come out?" Emily Lopez had emerged by this time, grinning cheekily at them.

Gina Lopez immediately felt embarrassed and quickly stood up, saying, "Alright, come over here."

Emily Lopez stuck her tongue out. "What’s there to be embarrassed about? You’re his wife, aren’t you? It’s only natural for your husband to kiss you. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t done much more at night!"

Gina Lopez was even more flustered now, but having lived under the same roof with her sister, she knew Emily was never unaware of such things. Choosing to ignore the implication, she said, "Hurry up and come over for your massage. Do I have to drag you over?"

"No need. It’s not like I can escape anyway," Emily Lopez pouted, dawdling as she plopped onto the Queen’s Chair.

"Hubby, sorry for the extra trouble," Gina Lopez said apologetically, clasping John’s hand gently.

John Brown smiled softly and said, "It’s nothing. Emily is like a sister to me, after all."

Positioning himself near the Queen’s Chair leg, John first grabbed hold of Emily’s left foot. With a slight squeeze, Emily exaggeratedly cried out in pain.

Gina Lopez immediately gave her sister a stern look, saying, "Yesterday, your brother-in-law massaged my feet too, and it didn’t hurt nearly that much."

"That’s because there’s nothing wrong with your feet! Of course, it wouldn’t hurt that much. These are *my* feet, okay?" Emily Lopez retorted sourly while rolling her eyes at Gina, pretending to endure intense pain with gritted teeth.

John couldn’t help but chuckle internally. He wasn’t pressing as hard as the previous night, and there was no way Emily was in such unbearable pain. Her act was truly convincing.

Of course, John didn’t expose Emily’s theatrics. He simply continued massaging her foot gently. Watching this, Gina started recalling the foot massage John had given her the night before, causing her cheeks to flush slightly.

Lately, Gina had realized John’s attentions toward Emily were genuinely proper. Unlike yesterday’s flirtations, today’s gestures seemed innocent enough. She chose not to fret over it.

With her work completed for the day, Gina stayed seated to accompany John and Emily. Her intentions were all well-meaning, but Emily began to grow restless with her sister’s presence. Gina’s watchful eye meant Emily couldn’t enjoy the tactile pleasure she secretly cherished when John’s hands brushed against her feet.

"Sis, I’m already letting Brother-in-law massage my feet. Why are you still watching?"

Gina casually turned on the TV. "I’m not watching you, silly. I’ll just watch some TV and hang out with you two today."

Emily immediately asked, "Oh, so you’re done with everything for work?"

"Work never really ends. Some things can wait until tomorrow."

"Wow, Sister, you’re even starting to slack off now. That’s so not like you!"

"Haha... It’s true I used to be all about work, but now that I’m married, of course I want to spend time with my husband. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be a failing wife? I’d also be neglecting all the help you’ve given me in bringing us together."

Emily rolled her eyes dramatically. Clearly, Gina wasn’t going to leave tonight—meaning Emily’s secret enjoyment would have to take a backseat.

"Sister, I feel like eating an apple. Could you wash one for me?"

"There’s a fruit plate here, isn’t there?"

"These have been sitting out too long. They’re not chilled anymore. I want one from the fridge."

Gina stood up almost immediately to get the apple. Such requests from Emily were normal, and Gina couldn’t have guessed the little scheme behind them.

As Gina walked into the kitchen with her back turned, Emily discreetly wiggled her foot and shot John a knowing look.

John caught on quickly, though he was utterly amused. It was clear Emily wouldn’t let him off the hook without giving her special treatment. Without protest, he began gently caressing and rubbing her little foot.

Emily’s face relaxed into a blissful expression of contentment, her eyes narrowing as if savoring something truly indulgent.

But her enjoyment only lasted a fleeting ten seconds before Gina returned with an apple. John immediately resumed pretending to massage seriously. When Gina turned again to rinse the apple at the sink, John resumed his playful touches with Emily’s foot.

Emily, immensely satisfied, pinched his finger lightly with her toe. Though she didn’t say a word, her expression was unmistakably joyful.

"Here, hubby, this is for you." Gina handed one apple to Emily and one to John, her tone distinctly different between the two—stern for Emily, gentle for John.

Emily took her apple, muttering, "Figures. Married girls only have eyes for their husband. Different attitudes for their sister and their man."

Gina, accustomed to such teasing, replied smoothly, "Just wait until you’re married—you’ll understand. Hubby, let me feed you. You’re busy massaging this brat’s stinky foot, so you can’t manage eating an apple yourself."

Emily pouted. "My feet aren’t stinky! Brother-in-law, you agree, right?"

John laughed as he took a bite of the apple Gina offered him. "That’s right. Emily’s feet aren’t stinky—they’re actually quite fragrant."

Emily beamed with pride. "You see? Even Brother-in-law agrees!"

"Oh, please. He’s just humoring you. Don’t take him too seriously. You’re hopelessly thick-skinned," Gina mocked.

Emily giggled cheekily. "Doesn’t matter—Brother-in-law doesn’t mind."

As she spoke, Emily’s gaze towards John suddenly became a little dreamy, tinged with excitement. This made John feel a vague sense of unease, sensing that Emily was scheming something tied to him again.

Gina continued staying close to John and Emily, which clearly wasn’t to Emily’s liking. Frustrated, she came up with several excuses to send Gina out, seizing brief moments to indulge in her secret enjoyment.

Meanwhile, Gina had indeed shifted her life priorities, no longer the workaholic she’d once been. Tonight, she was determined to keep John company. Even when sent on errands, she returned swiftly, taking pleasure in serving him. Caring for the one she loved, seeing his happy smile—it filled her with undeniable joy.

After finishing Emily’s foot massage, the three of them briefly watched TV together and chatted. Soon after, John went to take a shower and prepare for bed.

Once in bed, Gina snuggled up to him, whispering, "Hubby, are you satisfied tonight?"

John chuckled awkwardly, pulling her into his embrace and saying, "Thank you."

"As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Still, I can’t help but feel jealous. I used to know you and Sunny did *those things*, but I didn’t fully understand what that meant. Now that I do, the thought of you doing *it* with her drives me crazy!"

John chuckled again awkwardly, unsure how to respond—this wasn’t a conversation he was experienced in.

"Hubby... did you... did you use protection back then?"

"No..." John admitted, feeling even more embarrassed.

"What if Sunny gets pregnant?"

"Sunny has an IUD. She won’t get pregnant."

"Oh? But she hasn’t had kids yet. Why would she get an IUD?"

"Sunny wasn’t planning on having children when she got married, so she used one temporarily. When she decides to have kids, she can have it removed."

"Well... should I get an IUD too? Using protection when we’re together makes me... uncomfortable." Gina said shyly, her face turning bright red. It was the first time she’d discussed intimate matters so candidly with John.

John shook his head gently and replied, "That’s not a good idea. An IUD is for longer-term planning, usually when you’re avoiding pregnancy for at least two or three years. We might want kids soon—it’d be a hassle to remove it."

"Alright... In that case, I won’t get one." Gina now looked like a gentle, obedient wife—completely unlike her usual commanding presence as a CEO.