Seven Days Seven Nights

Chapter 212 Jealous (1)

Christian nodded, his pallor and disheveled appearance not diminishing his gentle smile as he lookert at Nancy. “Yes, it’s me. So, they kidnapped you? How are you feeling? His voice carned concern and

urgency.

I’m fine. Really good now,” she responded promptly, her worry evident as her gaze shifted to him “Are you hurt? You look pale.”

“It’s just a small wound. Don’t worry,” he reassured her with a smile.

However, the officer beside him muttered, “Small wound? Sir, that’s a gunshot wound, and you’re not looking so good.”

“You talk too much,” Christian chided the officer, his eyes fixed on him.

Nancy approached, her concern evident as she asked, “Where are you hurt? Let me see.”

“It’s alright. I’ll go to the hospital and have it bandaged,” Christian said.

“I’m a doctor, remember? I’ll check your wound,” she asserted, turning to the arriving team. “Does anyone have a medical kit?”

one, Ms. Nancy.” Justin stated. He was among the individuals who had arrived to assist Nicholas. As Nicholas’ other assistant, Nancy hadn’t interacted with him much, but she had seen him on a few occasions. Lynn typically handled daily tasks, while Justin was responsible for

Get one for

upon his return, he felt an icy stare fixed on him, following him wherever he moved. The atmosphere grew chilly, and he warily glanced at Nicholas. “Did I

that proactive when I got shot,”

Mr. Sallow is mad, and as for the reason… He looked at Nancy, thinking, Mr. Sallow was jealous again. Ugh, why did I do that? He scolded himself internally, careful not to voice his thoughts in front of Nicholas. Initially unaware of the couple’s divorce,

you hurt? Lie on the gurney, and let me see it. She opened up the medical kit

while pointing at the side of his thigh. She immediately went around to his side. Concern washed over her as she noticed blood seeping through his pants. She contemplated

wound.”

“Yes, I’m counting on you.”

of scissors and proceeded

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the woods, creating a mottled effect. Some of it illuminated the ground around her. while the rest bathed her in a soft, enchanting

swelling with love. However, a sense of jealousy welled up

as she observed the injury. “It doesn’t look like a new wound. Is there an old

him.

in his last mission. Someone stabbed him with something sharp. And we weren’t in the best environment, so the wound

emotions, her heart skipping a beat. Tears welled in her eyes, but after a moment, she composed herself. “I’m not