Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

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?”

“You’d cry like a baby if I did.” He smiled.

she was trained to handle such situations, yet when it involved Nicholas, her panic intensified. Attempting to reassure herself, she repeated in her mind, “I’m

me, Nicholas. I’ll bandage your wound and stop the

lot, Dr. Cohen. What should I do?”

flustered her. “Sorry, Nicholas. I don’t have any painkillers with me. Just hang on. You’re bleeding too much. I have

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silly. If I get a kiss now, maybe it won’t

without hesitation. She leaned in to kiss Nicholas, surprising him with her boldness. He had expected her to feel embarrassed,

after their kiss, she looked at

They say it’s

before standing up

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

to pinch his arm playfully, yet a trace of nervousness lingered

“Okay, I’ll stop talking. You lie down.”

closed

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

her efforts, a voice cut through the tension. “Mr.

are you hurt?” the person asked nervously.

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

heighten at the evident unease of those around

we arrived

No one

a group of police were hiding in the mountains. They

guys.”

A group

they approached Nancy and Nicholas, one of the officers halted before them, concern etched on his

need medical assistance?” He inquired, stepping