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.

off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself

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

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

undressed a man! Especially since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two years of marriage had not been filled with many

disturb him. But when she was down to the last two

being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her

tightened. Why did she feel

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

before continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons undone, she gently started

free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed

heart finally calmed.

as she was about to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on his waist. There was a distinct, curving protrusion. Instantly, her heart

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

down

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

all to himself? The more she thought about it, the more

crisscrossing: scars. “I’m sorry, Nick. You were in so much pain and danger, and I couldn’t be there with you.

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

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and they were