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.

check his

it’s his injuries. He must still be injured, and they’re

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

didn’t mean it that way, it was natural for him to have naughty thoughts when a woman undressed a man! Especially since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two years

her breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down

being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure

Why did she feel so

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forget the real purpose here: you’re checking if he’s injured.

unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone, she gently started to open his

see clearly. When she saw his smooth chest free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a

finally

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

gently touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that moment,

wounds on his back, tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and almost covered his entire

broke down

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

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

to hold back any longer, 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 there with you. It must have been excruciating when you got these… Do

to fall. In a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto one

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