The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 571 - 583 - Massage

John Brown gently patted Sarah Utah’s shoulder, chuckled, and said, "Sarah, it’s just a dinner I cooked for you. You can’t be this touched, right?"

Sarah gave John Brown a tight hug before letting go. She wiped the tears off her face, smiled sweetly at him, and said, "I am touched. I really didn’t expect you to cook for me, Big Brother Brown, you’re so good to me."

John Brown secretly thought this was bad. He cooked for Sarah just because she mentioned it casually, and he did it without much thought. Who knew it would lead to such a strong reaction from her? Seeing her response, he realized it deepened her feelings for him even more.

Seeing John Brown’s expression, Sarah burst out laughing and said, "Look at how nervous you are. I’ve liked you, not just for a day or two. It’s not like you don’t know. This just makes me like you a bit more, but I never thought of competing with Sister Gina for you. Besides, I can’t compete with her; she’s so outstanding. It’s only normal for you to like Sister Gina. I’ll just secretly like you."

John Brown cleared his throat awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to Sarah.

Meanwhile, Sarah had already picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a bite, chewed it gently, and praised, "Delicious, delicious! Big Brother, your cooking skills are remarkable, way better than the chefs at this hotel."

Relieved that Sarah changed the topic herself, John Brown said, "If you like it, eat more."

"Yes, yes, tonight I’m definitely going to finish all these dishes," Sarah said, continuing to eat. She looked at John Brown and asked, "Big Brother, you’re not going to eat?"

"I’m eating too. I put in so much effort, how could I starve myself watching you eat alone?" John Brown said with a smile, sitting down to eat as well.

Sarah seemed to have an excellent appetite tonight, eating non-stop, which surprised John Brown a bit. After a while, he said to her, "Sarah, stop eating. You’ll get stuffed."

"No, I’m not full yet," Sarah replied, reaching for more food.

John Brown gently held Sarah’s hand to stop her from eating and softly said, "Honestly, stop eating. You’ve eaten as much as what I usually eat in total. Normally at the company, you can’t even eat half of this. Eating like this, it’s going to be too much for your stomach."

Sarah pouted, unwilling to concede, and said, "That’s because the company’s chef doesn’t cook well. But your cooking is so delicious, I just want to eat."

John Brown sighed softly and said, "If you want to eat in the future, I can cook for you again. I don’t want you to ruin your stomach. Be good, stop eating, and go lie down on the bed." Then he walked over to Sarah and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed.

The gentle "be good" made Sarah as docile as a kitten, allowing John Brown to carry her to the bed as she gazed at him with infatuated eyes, unwilling to look away.

Feigning ignorance of this, John Brown placed Sarah down, pushed the cart out of the room for the waiters to take care of, and returned.

After chatting for a while, John Brown gave Sarah some medicine and said, "Sarah, let me massage your foot. It’ll help the sprain heal faster."

Sarah understood the massage part, and just thinking of John Brown rubbing her waist made her blush.

"What’s wrong?" John Brown asked, seeing Sarah not respond, looking at her puzzledly.

"N-nothing," Sarah quickly replied, lowering her head, unable to meet John Brown’s eyes, and said, "Go ahead with the massage."

John Brown took off Sarah’s shoes and, seeing her swollen ankle, said, "Take off your socks."

Sarah softly hummed, slowly removing her socks while John Brown sat at her feet, reaching out to take hold of them.

"No, no!" Sarah suddenly exclaimed, hastily saying, "Big Brother, I’ve been out all day, and my feet... they might smell. I need to wash them first."

John Brown sniffed a few times and said, "I don’t smell anything."

Sarah shook her head vigorously and said, "No way, the weather’s been hot, and I’ve been wearing shoes all day; they must be sweaty. Big Brother, could you please get me a basin of water? Otherwise... I really won’t let you massage."

John Brown couldn’t help but smile. Sarah’s actions were quite similar to Emily Lopez’s, but while Emily was afraid John Brown would refuse to massage her, thus always washed thoroughly, Sarah was worried he would massage her and hastily wanted to wash her feet first.

John fetched a basin of water, and Sarah quickly started washing her feet. Despite the ankle sprain, which made walking difficult, washing her feet was no problem.

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John Brown laughed and said, "Washing your feet seems like such a hassle."

"It’s necessary; what if my feet stink and I stink you out? They have to be nice and fragrant," Sarah joked, blushing as she spoke to John Brown.

John Brown went to get soap for Sarah Utah. Sarah lathered both of her feet with soap and after washing them clean, she said to John Brown, "Could you change a basin of clean water for me?"

John Brown couldn’t help but find Sarah Utah’s request a bit amusing, but he still changed the water for her. Sarah washed her feet again, dried them, and sat on the bed, sticking her tongue out at John Brown and saying, "I’m sorry to trouble you to get some foot washing water for me."

John Brown chuckled, "You’re the patient; getting you some foot washing water is no big deal."

After changing the water, John Brown returned inside and sat by Sarah Utah’s feet, saying, "Sarah Utah, this might be a bit painful, so try to bear it a little."

Sarah nodded repeatedly, saying, "I’m not afraid, you go ahead." As she spoke, her face turned red again.

John Brown nodded and turned his gaze to Sarah’s feet. Her feet were very slender and seemed a bit bony compared to Grace Lopez’s, with skin as white as snow. The skin was so thin you could see the veins underneath. Such delicate feet seemed like they could be broken with a little pressure.

"Big Brother..." Sarah became embarrassed when she saw John Brown staring at her feet without moving, and she called out softly.

John Brown snapped out of it, a bit embarrassed, saying, "Sarah, your feet are really beautiful."

Though it made Sarah blush more, she was still very happy to hear John Brown’s compliment, saying, "Big Brother, are my feet really that nice?"

"Yes, they’re slender and small, with rounded toes. It’s indeed rare to see such nice feet. Nowadays, because of good nutrition and lack of restrictions, girls generally have larger feet. Your small feet are indeed uncommon."

Sarah’s eyes were filled with joy, and she shyly asked, "Big Brother, do you have a foot fetish?"

John Brown laughed, "I don’t, but it is enjoyable to see such pretty feet."

Sarah’s blush turned into an expression of excitement and glee, and she asked, "Are Sister Gina’s feet nice too?"

John Brown laughed, "Gina’s feet are nice too, but they’re a bit larger, not as dainty as yours."

Feeling even more proud, as if she finally had something to compete with Gina Lopez on, Sarah became bolder and said, "Then, please massage them, Big Brother."

John Brown nodded, gently holding Sarah’s left foot. Her foot instantly tensed, followed by a cry of pain.

John Brown quickly said, "Relax, don’t be nervous. If you’re tense, you’ll tense your ankle, too."

Sarah nodded lightly, but she couldn’t relax while John Brown held her foot. The warmth from his palm spread from the sole of her foot throughout her body, causing her to tremble.

John Brown could understand why Sarah was reacting this way. A girl’s foot is quite a sensitive area, and having it held by a man, especially one she liked, would certainly elicit a response.

"Sarah, do you think we can get a good bonus this time when we go back?" John Brown started a conversation to distract her.

Sarah bit her lip, letting out a hum through her nose, unsure if she heard John Brown’s words.

John Brown continued, "This time, we saved the company over eight million. I think the company should at least give us some rewards. Public is public, private is private, and Gina wouldn’t refuse it. Do you think we could get tens of thousands?"

"No way!" Sarah was finally intrigued, looking at John Brown in surprise.

"I think it’s possible. Gina does have a knack for managing the company; with such a great achievement, you naturally deserve a reward."

"But this was just my job."

"Even if it was part of your job, buying it for fifty-five million would be the same, and you’d get a big commission. By getting it at this price, we saved the company so much money; how can there be no reward?"

Sarah stuck out her tongue, saying, "If the reward goes through me, I’d be quite happy. Ouch, it hurts!"

John Brown had already started massaging Sarah’s foot while she was distracted. But as soon as he applied pressure, she cried out in pain.

"Bear with it for a while; it’ll get better later. If you don’t, you probably won’t be able to walk for days," John Brown encouraged her, continuing to gently massage her foot.

Sarah endured the pain, no longer crying out, biting her lip hard, and watching John Brown intently. She suddenly felt no more pain, only knowing that she was completely captivated by him.