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.

only wanted to check his

his injuries. He must still be

she decided to be smart and wait until Nicholas fell asleep. As she unbuttoned his shirt, her palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried about the severity of his

she didn’t mean it that way, it was natural for him 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 filled with many intimate moments. Even when they were intimate, he would undress himself. She was too

redder. She held her breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down

she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep.

tightened. Why did she

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forget the real

his shirt. With all the

light, she could see clearly. When she saw his smooth chest free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like he was recovering

finally calmed.

to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on

gently touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that

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

down

a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but imagine the extent of his

asked him today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more

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.

carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of

it away. Tears were liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t