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.

it, she felt something was off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself that he was fine. Why did he keep stopping

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

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

like this before. Their two years of marriage had not been filled with many intimate moments. Even when they were

to disturb him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her heart skipped a

she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she

did

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

to unbutton his shirt. With all the buttons

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

finally

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

with her fingers. At that

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 curving like centipedes crawling on his

broke down instantly.

ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she

all to himself? The more she thought about

hold back 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 with you. It must

a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of his scars.

Tears were liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t want to