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

injuries. 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 injuries. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but remember his words

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 marriage had not been filled with many intimate moments. Even when they were intimate, he would undress himself. She was

But when she was down to

sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she noticed her fingers had stopped

chest tightened. Why did she feel so dry-mouthed?

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did you become so foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose

With all the buttons

free from any noticeable injuries,

finally calmed.

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

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

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

down

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

asked him today, would he have kept it all to himself?

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

moment of carelessness,

and they were warm. She didn’t want to