Chapter 270. A Murder

His proximity had made her queasy. She was about to pull away, but he didn't let her go.

He stood up, turned her around, and faced her. Her body was stuck between him and the table.

"When will it end?" he asked.

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

She looked down. "I don't think this will ever end. We are not a normal couple."

"We can be if you stop drawing these walls around us."

"It's not in my hands, Shehryaar."

"It surely is. And I need you to understand this—break the walls around you before I break them for you."

"I don't know how to do that," she whispered, and the next second, his lips smashed against hers.

"So I'll break the walls for you," he said, and the next second, her lips were grasped in a passionate kiss. Before Sheharzaad could decipher his rapid movements, she was already in his grasp and her lips subjected to his intense movements.

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Sheharzaad sat in front of him while he drank the