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.

off. She only wanted to check his injuries and reassure herself that he was fine. Why did he keep stopping her?

No, it’s his injuries. He must still

shirt, her palms grew sweaty and her hands trembled slightly. On one hand, she worried

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

her heart raced and her face grew redder. She held her breath, trying not to disturb him. But when she was down to the last two buttons, Nicholas let out a soft moan. Her

held her breath, afraid of being discovered. After what felt like an eternity, she continued once she was sure he was deeply asleep. When she

tightened. Why did she feel so dry-mouthed?

1/3

when did you become so foolish? Don’t forget the real purpose

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

his smooth chest free from any noticeable injuries,

finally calmed.

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

her fingers. At that moment,

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

down instantly.

The scars were a painful reminder, and she couldn’t help but imagine the extent of his injury and the danger he had faced.

he have kept it all to himself? The more

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 have been excruciating when you got these…

of carelessness, a tear dropped

wiped it away. Tears were liquid, and they were warm. She didn’t want