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 reassure herself that he was fine. Why did he keep

He must still be injured,

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

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

disturb him. But when she was down

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

chest tightened. Why did

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

all the buttons undone, she gently started to open his

any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like he was recovering well.

finally calmed.

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

reached out and gently touched the protrusion with her fingers. At

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

down

him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help

asked him today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought about it, the more her heart hurt.

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

fall. In a moment of carelessness,

were liquid, and they were