Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Malla Husband.

Chapter 274 Unknown Feeling

The jet took off, and after a while, the air hostess came by, serving the meal. “What would you prefer for meal, Mr. Whitmore?” she asked, her voice sensual and slow.

Claire lifted her eyes from her book and noticed the air hostess trying a little too hard to be seductive. She had unbuttoned a few more buttons of her blouse than necessary, revealing her round bosom, and her skirt was riding unnecessarily high, exposing more of her thighs. The woman’s eyes were fixed on Adam, clearly admiring him.

Claire rolled her eyes. She had seen women trying to get Adam’s attention before, and she knew that if he even smiled at them once, it would be their most cherished moment. But to the air hostess’s disappointment, Adam didn’t even glance at her.

He kept reading his iPad, replying in his usual cold tone, “Ask my wife. I’ll eat whatever she orders.”

Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at the superstar, her eyes wide with shock. When did this miracle happen?

The air hostess seemed taken aback for a moment, before quickly masking her surprise. She turned to Claire and asked sternly, “What would you like to order?”

“Mrs. Whitmore!” Adam snapped, his voice carrying a deadly intensity that made the air hostess flinch.

“She is Mrs. Whitmore to you? Address her properly,” Adam looked up from his iPad, his glare aimed at the air hostess, his eyes sharp and piercing.

The air hostess swallowed hard, murmuring, “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore.”

her as he

twinge of sympathy for the air hostess, but she knew how moody her superstar

time, the air hostess’s voice was exceptionally

ordered a low–carb, protein–rich meal for him and a sandwich for herself, as she wasn’t feeling too hungry but needed to munch on

wine as well?” the

then returned to

happening around

the dining table in the private jet.

I’ve set the table,” the air

to the air hostess. “Thank you. We’ll be there shortly,” she replied

Chapter 274 Unknown Feeling

hand toward Claire. She was stunned for a moment but brushed it off, assuming it was still part of his public display to keep up the appearance of a happy couple. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, letting him lead her

chair for her and waited for her to sit before taking his own seat. Claire picked up her sandwich and began eating quietly, unsure

and placed it on hers. She blinked in surprise, looking up at him, but his face

sandwich. This food is for you,” Claire said, shaking her head

ordered firmly, his tone leaving–no–room for argument. “You’re already underweight and need to eat more from now on,” he mumbled, scooping

widened in shock as she chewed, processing both the food and the bizarre shift in his behavior. She couldn’t help but wonder if Adam Whitmore had hit

hand, stopping her mid–step. Without a word, he led her to his seat–the spacious, well–equipped spot he

sit together to avoid rumors or gossip, she murmured,

be brought,” Adam replied curtly, refusing to let her go.

her with a polite smile before retreating. Claire settled into the window seat, expecting Adam to sit across from her. To her surprise, he sat right beside her, his presence