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.

to check his injuries and

be a reason. No, it’s his injuries. He must still be injured, and

Nicholas fell asleep. As she unbuttoned his shirt, her palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried

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

to disturb him. But when she was down to the

what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure

chest tightened. Why did

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did you become so foolish? Don’t forget

silently before continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all

she saw his smooth chest free from any

finally calmed.

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

gently touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that

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

broke down

her hand, but her heart ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help

him today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought about it, the more

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,

liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t want to