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

must still be injured, and they’re not as

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 injuries.

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 shy to look at

when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas

afraid of being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head,

chest tightened. Why did she feel so dry-mouthed?

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Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re checking

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

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

heart finally

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

At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his sleep, turning

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

down instantly.

her hand, but her heart ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder,

would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought

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 when you got these… Do they still hurt?”

moment of carelessness, a tear

it away. Tears were liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t want to wake him.