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

still be injured, and they’re not as harmless as he

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 years of marriage

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

she was sure he was deeply

chest tightened. Why did she feel

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Don’t forget the real purpose here: you’re checking if he’s injured.

silently before continuing to unbutton his shirt. With all

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

finally calmed.

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

touched the protrusion with her fingers. At

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.

waking him, she 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 the

to himself? The

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 have been excruciating when you got these… Do

In a moment of carelessness, a tear dropped onto

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and they were