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.

wanted to check his

a reason. No, it’s his injuries. He must still be injured, and they’re not

shirt, her palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried about the severity of his injuries. On

since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two

Nancy thought about this, her heart raced and her face grew redder. She held her breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down

an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she

tightened. Why did she

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foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re checking if he’s injured.

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

from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like he was

finally

his shirt back up, she noticed something on his waist. There was a distinct, curving protrusion. Instantly,

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

tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and almost covered his entire back. Two particular scars were deep and

broke down instantly.

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 his

he have kept it all to himself? The more

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

carelessness, a tear dropped onto one

and they were