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.

felt something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure

his injuries. He must still be injured, and

sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried about the severity of his injuries. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but remember his words about her eagerness to

have naughty thoughts when a woman undressed a man! Especially since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two years of marriage had not been

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

sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered

Why did she

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when did you become so foolish? Don’t forget the

to unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone, she gently started

any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

heart finally

about to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on his waist. There

touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that moment, Nicholas

eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and almost covered his entire back. Two particular scars were deep and long, winding and curving like centipedes crawling

down

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

she hadn’t asked him today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought about it, the more her

hold back any longer, she reached out, her gentle 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 you. It must have been excruciating

fall. In a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of

liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t