Chapter 155

Lauren's POV

I stood there frozen, my mouth slightly open, still trying to process what I had just witnessed. My brain struggled to catch up with my eyes, like it couldn’t quite believe what it had seen. Roman — quiet, calm, composed Roman had just dislocated his own shoulder, twisted it back into place, and then flipped Ethan over like he was tossing a pillow across the room. For a second, I thought maybe I was dreaming or hallucinating, but the crash of a nearby coffee table and the sting of adrenaline in the air told me otherwise.

I blinked a few times, still standing in the middle of my living room, watching the chaos slowly settle into silence. The scent of sweat hung in the air. I should’ve been angry, furious, even that they’d turned my living room into a miniature wrestling ring. But instead, I found myself… oddly amused. Shocked, yes. But amused too.

How in the world was Roman that flexible and athletic at his age? The man moved like someo