Seven Days Seven Nights

Chapter 216 Heartbroken

“It’s alright now.” Nicholas reassured. He still bore the scars from the knife attack and his injuries were not healing properly. He didn’t want Nancy to see them, knowing she would worry given her current

state.

“I don’t believe you. I have to see for myself,” she insisted. Her hand gripped his clothes, ready to unbutton them.

But he quickly grabbed her hand and smirked. “Nancy, you’re quite eager to undress me and examine my body. Why the rush? Once I’m discharged, I’ll find a time for you to slowly undress me and look as much as you want. You can touch wherever you desire.”

His words were suggestive, leaving much to the imagination.

Nancy blushed at his words. “Nicholas Sallow, you… stop talking like that.” She reached out and covered. his mouth. “You know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Well, maybe my thoughts aren’t so innocent. When you mentioned helping me undress, that’s what came to mind,” he replied mischievously.

Embarrassed, she playfully warned him, “You… stop saying such things. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Well, Miss Nancy Cohen, do you still want to undress me?”

“N-No,” she stuttered.

after saying it, she felt something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself

He must still be injured, and they’re not as harmless as

wait until Nicholas fell asleep. As she unbuttoned his shirt, her palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one

when a woman undressed a man! Especially since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two years

him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers froze on

her breath, afraid of being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her

tightened. Why did she feel

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Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re

scolded herself silently before continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone, she gently started to open his

could see clearly. When she saw his smooth chest free from any noticeable

finally

to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on his

At that moment,

angle was better for Nancy, and she brushed aside his shirt. As the fabric revealed the wounds on his back, tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and almost covered his entire back. Two particular scars were

broke down

stifled her sobs behind her hand, but her heart ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but

today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought about it, the more her heart

fingers lightly touching the crisscrossing: scars. “I’m sorry, Nick. You were in so much pain and danger, and I couldn’t be there with

a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and