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.

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

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

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

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

breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her

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

chest tightened. Why did she feel so

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

all the buttons undone, she gently started to open

chest free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed

heart finally

something on his waist. There was a distinct, curving

fingers. At that moment,

fabric revealed the wounds on his back, tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and

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 imagine the extent

kept it all to himself? The

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

a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto one

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