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.

it, she felt something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries

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

palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried about the severity of his injuries.

she 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 of

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 fingers froze

once she was sure he was

did

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so foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re checking if

unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone, she

free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a

finally

to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on his

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

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

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 danger

to himself? The more she thought about it,

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

In a moment of carelessness, a tear

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