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 fine. Why

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

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 about her eagerness

undressed a man! Especially since she had never undressed him like this before. Their two

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

afraid of being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure

tightened. Why did she feel so dry-mouthed?

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

With all the buttons undone, she gently started to

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

finally calmed.

she noticed something on his waist.

At that moment, Nicholas shifted.

wounds on his back, tears welled up in her eyes. The wounds crisscrossed and almost covered his entire back. Two particular scars were

down

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

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

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 been excruciating when you got these… Do they still hurt?”

of carelessness, a tear dropped onto one

and they were warm. She didn’t want