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.

to check his injuries and

No, it’s his injuries. He must still be

On one hand, she worried about the severity of his injuries. On the other

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, let alone unbutton his clothes.

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

of being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she lowered her head, she noticed her fingers had stopped on his toned waist.

Why did she feel so

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so foolish? Don’t forget the

shirt. With all

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

heart finally calmed.

to button his shirt back up, she noticed something on his waist. There was a

fingers. At that moment, Nicholas shifted. in his sleep, turning

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 skin.

broke down instantly.

a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but imagine the

hadn’t asked him today, would he have kept it all to himself? The more she thought about

much pain and danger, and I couldn’t be

carelessness, a tear dropped onto one of

and they were warm. She