Seven Days Seven Nights

Chapter 211

Meeting Christian Again

“No.” Nicholas shook his head solemnly. He wouldn’t risk taking such drastic actions. The sum of three million meant little to him financially, and his sole concern was Nancy’s safety. His plan involved ensuring that the remaining sum would satisfy the thugs, preventing them from further pursuing

them.

His intended course was clear-within twenty minutes, he would have brought her to a safe house he had designated earlier. He had arranged for his men to be present, providing protection should Puck and his men show up. However, the unexpected arrival of the police threw a wrench in his plans.

Nancy looked at Nicholas, confused. “Maybe they came to save us after they found out I was kidnapped.

“Not necessarily. There might be another reason.” He continued, “But I can be sure about one thing”

“What?”

“I believe the police stumbled upon them while they were in hiding. The thugs likely suspected that I had alerted the authorities, so they have come to kill us.”

She took a deep breath. “Good thing we came out in one piece.”

“Yeah, fortunately,” he replied, and his face twisted in pain.

Nancy immediately noticed his distress and urgently inquired, “Nicholas, what-” Her question was cut short when she saw the blood staining Nicholas’ clothing, leaving her utterly bewildered. She wondered. where the blood came from or when he had sustained the injury. “Hang on, Nicholas. You said our men are coming, right? Please don’t scare me. Please be alright.” Her voice trembled with fear.

With a reassuring gesture, he reached out, gently patting her head, and managed a smile. “Don’t be scared, silly. It’s just a shallow wound. Don’t worry, I won’t die. I’m tough.”

Despite his attempt to downplay the situation, she was still distraught. The sight of the bloody wound. on his arm brought tears to her eyes. “This isn’t even a shallow wound. It’s a gunshot wound, Nicholas, Why didn’t you tell me you got shot?”

cry like a baby if I

to reassure herself, she repeated in her mind, “I’m a doctor. This is my specialty. I can save him. Despite being an amateur and an intern who had never performed. operations or witnessed such traumatic

with me, Nicholas. I’ll bandage your wound and stop the bleeding, Nancy assured

a lot, Dr. Cohen. What should

painkillers with me. Just hang on. You’re bleeding

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a kiss now, maybe it won’t be

were swift and without hesitation. She leaned in to kiss Nicholas, surprising him with her boldness. He had expected her

kiss, she looked at him intently. “Feel

I’m only at 30% power. They

mischievous smile, she leaned in for two more kisses before

tone, “Yes, but I’m leaking. I need constant recharge.”

playfully, yet a trace of nervousness lingered in

hurting Nancy. “Okay, I’ll stop talking.

He closed his

a strip from her sleeve, using her clothing to bind the wound. Her trembling hands worked frantically, yet the persisting presence of the

efforts, a voice cut through

hurt?”

extended his hand. Calmly, he said, “It’s

anxiety heighten at the evident unease of those around

we arrived

your fault. No one thought this

were hiding in the

guys.”

A group