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.

his injuries and reassure

still be injured,

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

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

when she was

she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her

chest tightened. Why did

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

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

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

heart finally

something on his waist. There was a distinct, curving protrusion. Instantly, her

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

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

down

scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but imagine the extent of his injury and the danger he had faced.

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

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

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

liquid, and they were warm.