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.”

dismissing her as he returned his attention

sympathy for the air hostess, but she knew how moody her superstar husband could be. It wasn’t easy being

would you like to order, Mrs. Whitmore?” This time, the air

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

wine as well?” the hostess asked

replied, then returned to the page she had

and found that he was indifferent to what was happening around him, or perhaps he was just too engrossed

neatly served on the dining table in the private jet. After

and Mrs. Whitmore, I’ve set the table,”

Adam to respond, but when he remained silent, she sighed and turned to the air hostess. “Thank you. We’ll be there shortly,” she replied with a polite

Chapter 274 Unknown Feeling

aside and stood up, extending his 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

waited for her to sit before taking his

and placed it on hers. She blinked in surprise, looking up at him, but his face gave away nothing as he casually began eating his own

only want the sandwich. This food is for you,” Claire

tone leaving–no–room for argument. “You’re already underweight and need to eat more from now on,” he mumbled, scooping a spoonful of food and lifting

coherent response, Adam gently but insistently pushed the spoonful of food into her mouth. Her eyes 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

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

that it might be necessary to sit together to avoid rumors or gossip, she murmured, “I’ll just bring my book from

replied curtly, refusing to let her go. “You sit

her with a polite smile before retreating. Claire settled into the window seat, expecting Adam to