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.

off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself that he was fine. Why did

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

her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried about the severity of his injuries. On the other hand, she couldn’t help

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

when she was down to the last

sure he was deeply

chest tightened. Why did

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Don’t forget the

continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone,

When she saw his smooth chest free from any noticeable injuries, she finally

finally calmed.

something on his waist. There was a distinct,

fingers. At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his

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,

down instantly.

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

it all to himself? The

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

a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto

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