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.

something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself that he was

it’s his injuries. He must still be injured, and they’re not as harmless as

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

since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two years of marriage had not been filled with many intimate moments.

about this, her heart raced and her face grew redder. She held her breath, trying not 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

continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she noticed her fingers had stopped on

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Cohen, when did you become so foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re checking if he’s

his shirt. With all

chest free from any noticeable injuries,

finally

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

reached out and gently touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his sleep, turning

better for Nancy, and she brushed aside his shirt. As the fabric revealed the wounds on his back, tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds

down instantly.

avoid waking him, she 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 of his injury and the

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

lightly touching the crisscrossing: scars. “I’m sorry, Nick. You were in so much pain and danger, and I

carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of

were liquid, and they were warm.