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.

check his injuries and reassure herself that

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

and her 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 to see his body.

never undressed him like this before. Their two years of marriage had

she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out

sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head,

did she feel so

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foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose here:

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

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

heart finally calmed.

back up, she noticed something on

At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in

for Nancy, 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

down instantly.

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 danger

have kept it all to himself?

any longer, she reached out, her gentle fingers lightly touching the crisscrossing: scars. “I’m sorry, Nick. You were in so much

carelessness, a tear dropped onto

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and