Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

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?”

“We have 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 security. He had a reputation as a skilled fighter, or so Nancy had heard.

Get one for

handed her the medical kit. However, 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 do something wrong, Mr. Sallow? I gave it to

when I got shot,” Nicholas remarked,

He looked at Nancy, thinking, Mr. Sallow was jealous again. Ugh, why did I do that? He scolded himself internally, careful not to

and let me see it. She opened up the medical kit and looked at Christian.

to his side. Concern washed over her as she noticed blood seeping through his pants. She contemplated the situation and then said, “I’ll

wound.”

nodded. Gently, he said, “Yes, I’m counting on

up a pair of scissors and proceeded

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sunlight filtered through the woods, creating a mottled effect. Some of it illuminated the ground around her. while the rest

of jealousy welled up within

she observed the injury. “It doesn’t look like a new wound. Is there an old wound mixed in?” Since she knew he wouldn’t tell her the truth, she

him.

Ms. Cohen. His leg was injured in his last mission. Someone stabbed him with something sharp. And we weren’t in the best environment, so the wound got infected. It was a serious infection, and he refused to rest, so he never fully healed.

a surge of emotions, her heart skipping a beat. Tears welled in her eyes, but after a moment, she composed herself. “I’m

surprised, Ms. Cohen? Do you know our captain?” the officer asked,

said, “Because from what I know, your captain is a kind man. He’d charge into danger if it meant

know him well, Ms. Cohen.”

know him a lot, but he did save