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.

check his injuries and reassure herself

injuries. He must still

As she unbuttoned his shirt, her palms grew 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 see

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 her fingers froze

held 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

Why did she feel so

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

all the buttons undone, she gently started to

from any noticeable injuries, she

heart finally calmed.

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

protrusion with her fingers. At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his

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 deep and long, winding and curving like centipedes crawling on

broke down instantly.

ached for him. The scars were a painful

have kept it all to himself? The more she

to 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

carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of

and they were warm.