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

still be injured,

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

was natural for him to have naughty thoughts when a woman undressed a 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

trying not to disturb him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her

what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her

tightened. Why did she feel so dry-mouthed?

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foolish? Don’t forget the

to unbutton his shirt. With all the

from any

finally calmed.

shirt back up, she noticed something on his waist. There was a distinct, curving

protrusion with her fingers. At

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

down instantly.

her hand, but her heart ached for him. The scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but imagine

it all to

sorry, Nick. You were in so much pain and danger, and I couldn’t be there with

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

quickly wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and they