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.

She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself

be a reason. No, it’s his injuries. He must still be injured,

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

two years of marriage had not been filled with many intimate moments. Even when

Nancy thought about this, her heart raced and her face grew redder. She held her breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her heart skipped a beat,

she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she

chest tightened. Why did she feel

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

continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all the

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

finally

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

fingers. At that moment,

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

down instantly.

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

all to himself? The more she thought about it,

much pain

moment of carelessness, a tear dropped

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