Seven Days Seven Nights

Chapter 151 Nancy, Look Carefully

Jennifer found herself unable to provide further explanation and bowed, offering an apology. “Mr. Foster, I apologize for lying.”

Ignoring her, Luke carried Linda and stepped into the elevator, leaving Jennifer awkwardly standing by the door.

In this tense moment, Shannon approached with a guilty look on her face. She cautiously asked, “Jennifer, what should we do? Will Mr. Foster be angry at Linda like this?”

Jennifer replied uncertainly, “I don’t know if he’ll be angry at Linda, but he’s already angry at us.” After saying this, she casually scratched her head. “For us, it’s bearable as long as Linda isn’t negatively affected.”

“Mr. Foster loves Linda so much; he probably won’t.”

Jennifer sighed, her experience in the complex world of the entertainment industry shaping her perspective. She reflected on the blurred lines between reality and fiction in this world. Her request was simple-she just hoped Linda wouldn’t get hurt.

Without time to retrieve Nancy’s luggage, Nicholas carried her directly to his room. As he laid her on the bed, it became clear that she was heavily intoxicated. As he was about to help her undress for a shower, a sudden realization hit him-they were no longer a couple. This left him wondering how he could assist her with something as intimate as a shower.

As he was about to get up and find someone to help her with her shower, she unexpectedly reached out. She grabbed his tie with her slender, fair hand, forcefully pulling him in front of her. Caught off guard, Nicholas found himself inches away from Nancy. Their breaths mingled, and their noses nearly touched. Despite the close proximity, the sight of her features, particularly her rosy and plump lips under the warm lamplight, instantly stirred his heart. He admitted to himself-he was in turmoil. It was a complete mess.

her clothes as she hummed lightly. Her actions seemed casual, but the sounds escaping her lips were like a potent

the bed, breathing heavily. The flush on her face, intensified by the alcohol, looked alluring and captivating under the gentle lamplight, accentuating her natural beauty. Her clothing pulled down at her chest,

of madness. His parched and restless state was further exacerbated by their close proximity, as everything about her lay bare before his eyes. The intensity of the moment led

she wondered, Nicholas? What’s going on? Why is he here? She had intentionally drowned herself in alcohol, hoping to forget about him and have a peaceful night’s sleep. Yet, there he was, his face blurrily swaying before

intoxicated state, Nancy reached out, patting Nicholas’ face, her slaps producing a loud smacking sound. As she continued to pat him, she murmured, “You’re so annoying! Nicholas, why are you

his expression, making him wonder if she wanted to avoid him even when

leave me alone?” Her irritation was palpable, and she couldn’t seem to shake his presence

her wrist and warned her with frustrated gritted teeth, “Nancy,

inebriated mind refusing to believe it. “You can’t be a ghost. Ghosts aren’t so handsome. But how can you look exactly like Nicholas?

words, struggled to respond.

unanswered. She extended her hand and pushed forcefully, reiterating her

said, his tone softening as he recognized

her state, she couldn’t comprehend how he could be her ex-husband. “But how could you possibly be Nicholas? You’re so silly that you can’t even tell a lie,”

“I didn’t lie; I

dummy. Nicholas is at home now! I’m in Swania; how could he be here?”

Nicholas struggled to suppress his impulses and then patiently explained,

bed, and began tossing and turning while keeping her eyes closed. Even though her eyes were shut, she remained awake, clearly somewhat confused. She continued to roll on the bed, holding onto a pillow, her pink and