Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 117 Future Husband

Claire's breath hitched, her heartbeat raced, and an el soft lips touched her check.

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ifying sensation ran down her spine as Adam's

Adam pulled away slightly, but his eyes remained on her face. He tucked a strand of her blond curls behind her ear and cupped her face in his large hand.

"Though I am very poor," he said amusingly, directed toward Amanda, "I can afford to buy you the whole store as compensation for making my lady love wait."

"It's alright, Adam," Claire murmured, calming her racing heart with the comforting thought that Adam was a great actor and this was just a performance of him being the perfect and loving boyfriend.

"No, babe. It's not okay," he frowned, shifting his gaze to the sales associate. The woman visibly swallowed in fear. She knew her job was on the line; she had unknowingly offended the wrong person. If this girl she humiliated was Adam Whitmore's girlfriend, she was in deep trouble. But how could she have known this simple-looking girl was a superstar's girlfriend?

"You, come here!" Adam commanded, and the sales associate immediately left Amanda's side and hurried toward Adam.

"Sir. I swear I didn't know this gorgeous woman was your girlfriend or 1 would have never spoken like that. Please, please forgive me," the sales associate blurted out, her nerves getting the better of her.

Adam furrowed his brows. Though he didn't know what had happened before he arrived, he understood that the sales associate must have done something to upset Claire.

He glanced at Claire and noticed she looked nervous. His eyes narrowed with anger as he swiftly snapped at the sales associate.

manager. I will only speak with him." he scolded, his voice

sales associate's face turned

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softening as he looked at Claire. "Only because you're asking, my love. I can't turn you down." He smiled softly,

exhaled a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging with gratitude.

gaze turned back to the sales associate, his tone still firm but less harsh. "Now, bring the most expensive diamond for my would-be wife,"

away, sir," the sales associate replied quickly, hurrying

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beamed as her idol talked to her. "Yes, I'm Amanda,

Claire glanced at Amanda, who was smiling brightly at her,