Chapter 379

Julian Langley glared at Ethan Sullivan, his eyes burning with fury.

Evelyn Laurent's slender fingers rested lightly on Ethan's shoulders, massaging with practiced ease.

Ethan's eyes were half-closed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Evelyn!" Julian shot to his feet. "Let me do it!"

He stormed over in three strides, reaching to pull Evelyn away.

She didn't budge. "Third Brother, this requires technique."

"I'm a fast learner!" Julian retorted stubbornly.

Ethan opened his eyes, amusement dancing in his gaze. "The Oscar-winning actor should rest."

A vein throbbed at Julian's temple.

He stared daggers at Ethan's contented expression, itching to yank him from the chair.

"Third Brother," Evelyn sighed. "Your pressure is too strong."

Julian looked thunderstruck.

Him? An acclaimed actor, rejected by his own sister for being too rough?

Ethan chuckled. "Evelyn's technique is indeed professional."

Her fingertips glided over his shoulders with perfect precision.

Ethan could feel the warmth of her touch, the faint floral scent clinging to her.

He remembered their first meeting—when she'd shattered a sandbag with one punch.

That explosive strength now controlled with such delicate mastery.

"Done." Evelyn withdrew her hands.

Ethan rolled his shoulders. "Much better."

He stood and circled behind her. "My turn."

Julian bristled instantly. "Don't you dare!"

He seized Ethan's collar, murder in his eyes.

"Third Brother." Evelyn caught Julian's wrist. "It's just a massage."

She sat down and nodded to Ethan. "Your turn."

Ethan's long fingers settled on her shoulders, impossibly gentle.

Julian stood rigid, knuckles cracking from clenched fists.

His glare fixed on Ethan's hands, already calculating how many extra gym sessions he'd need.

Live stream comments exploded:

[Julian's face is killing me!]

[Ethan's technique looks pro!]

[Anyone else see Julian crushing the armrest?]