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 felt something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself that he was fine. Why

still be injured,

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

she had never undressed him like this before. Their two

when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas

being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she noticed her fingers had stopped on his toned

did she feel

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you become so foolish? Don’t forget

all the buttons undone, she gently

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

finally calmed.

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

touched the protrusion with her fingers. At that moment,

was better 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 almost covered his entire back. Two particular scars were deep and long, winding and

broke down

hand, but her heart ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she

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

the crisscrossing: scars. “I’m sorry, Nick. You were in so much pain and

In a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and they were warm. She