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

reason. No, it’s his injuries. He must still be injured, and they’re not as harmless

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

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 too shy to look at him,

was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft

an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered

chest tightened. Why did she feel so

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

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

smooth chest free from any noticeable injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of

finally calmed.

noticed something on his waist. There was

protrusion with her fingers. At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his sleep, turning onto his

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 curving like centipedes

broke down instantly.

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

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 danger, and I couldn’t be there with you. It must have been excruciating when you got these… Do they still

a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped

it away. Tears were liquid, and