Seven Days Seven Nights

Chapter 157 Nancy In Danger (1)

“They gave them to you, so they’re yours,” Nicholas insisted as he tried to hand over the jewelry box to Nancy.

She stood her ground and refused to accept the jewelry. “These things don’t belong to me, so I won’t take them,” she asserted. Given their divorced status, she felt she had no right to keep these items. She also remarked, “If your visit was solely for this purpose, then perhaps it’s best that you leave.”

Nicholas clenched his fists in disbelief and uttered with fiery intensity, “Are you telling me to leave?”

In response, Nancy sighed and suddenly burst into laughter, a bitter smile on her face. “I must be a glutton for punishment.”.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have forced you since these things weren’t yours. Many women would gladly accept gifts from me, and there are plenty who want to be part of the Sallow Family. Why should I insist on you?” He concluded, “Very well. I’ll give these to them.”

The first person to cross Nancy’s mind was Madelline, and her face instantly drained of color. She had to hold onto a nearby couch to prevent herself from collapsing. After a moment, she regained her composure and addressed Nicholas, “You’re right, Mr. Sallow. You have many admirers and women eager to be with you. I’m a nobody; there’s no reason to mention me. Besides, you still have your lover in your heart. You actually wanted to divorce me back then, didn’t you? The only reason you dragged it out was your struggle to get over the hurdles in your heart for fear that you would disappoint Grandpa’s. wishes. Well, isn’t this great news that you can go and propose to Madelline? You finally can be together.”

He tightened his fists, and his eyes burned with anger. He ground his teeth and asked, “What are you trying to say?”

responded, “Isn’t this what you

free to chart their courses in life.

Nicholas sneered, his expression turning cold. “All right then. Very well, Nancy, since

did I say this

cut short. The door slammed shut as Nicholas swiftly exited, disappearing from her sight like a fleeting gust of wind. He left, and his departure was even more decisive than she had

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breeze in the air, and her heart was filled with bitterness. She walked aimlessly, not knowing where she wanted to go; she simply

a lively street, where vibrant lights and pulsating music enveloped her senses. At this moment, she felt an unexpected release of pent-up tension, a lightening of her entire

such noisy environments unbearable. She wouldn’t have entered on a regular day, but today was different. She needed this place to unwind, allowing the

waiter approached Nancy and inquired about her drink preference. Cautious about her safety, she refrained from ordering alcohol and instead opted for a non-alcoholic

but also artistically presented, accentuated by the subtle lighting in the bar. She sipped it and finished her first drink rather quickly. Without much thought, she ordered another. However, as she reached her third drink, she began to feel that something was amiss. Her head grew heavy, and dizziness washed over her. She couldn’t help but wonder, What’s going on? I haven’t had any alcohol; I’ve only been drinking a bit of this beverage. Why am I feeling so

on the counter. With a slight frown, she inquired, “Boss, did you serve the wrong drink? I

me?”

noticing that Nancy had yet to finish her drink. This particular beverage bore a name that resembled a soft drink, and its taste was deceptively similar, but it packed a potent punch. Observing her seemingly well-behaved demeanor, the boss surmised that she was likely a first-time visitor, unfamiliar with the establishment,

Nancy nodded in apparent understanding. She retrieved her cup and returned to her seat, where her dizziness seemed to intensify. Waves of lightheadedness washed over her

her head on the table, hoping to wait until her dizziness subsided, allowing her to stand up. She reached for her phone, considering talking to someone. However, she ruled out her friend Linda, who was busy filming, and didn’t want to burden her further. Additionally, Linda was in a different city, so a conversation wouldn’t