Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 282 Dressing For Him

The crowd went wild, making it nearly impossible for Adam to move forward. Even his bodyguards struggled to control the chaos, as they weren't allowed to use force unless there was a direct threat. Adam had given strict instructions that his fans should never be hurt or feel disrespected by his security team's actions, so the guards had to tread carefully.

Amelia was present but remained behind the scenes, observing the situation. She quickly texted Claire, urging her to get Adam into a shop immediately so the security team could manage the crowd more effectively.

Claire read Amelia's message and took a deep breath, summoning all her courage. Steeling herself, she pushed through the throng, reaching Adam's side. She grabbed his hand firmly, her eyes meeting his in a silent communication. He smiled, and before the crowd could guess what was happening, Claire and Adam made a swift exit. Their bodyguards surrounded them, making sure they were out of reach of the excited fans.

Claire finally stopped when they were inside a well-known store that Adam endorsed as part of his brand partnerships.

"Wow!" Adam remarked, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at her. "I must say, you're witty and sharp."

Claire chuckled. "And?" she prompted playfully.

"And brave as well," he added with a nod of approval. His eyes softened with pride as they lingered on her. "And all mine," he whispered, gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Claire blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at Adam Whitmore's words. Was he serious, or was this just another charming line? She couldn't quite tell.

Before she could process or respond, the store manager approached them with a bright smile, interrupting the moment.

"Welcome to our store, Mr. Whitmore and Mrs. Whitmore," the manager greeted warmly. "How may I assist you?"

"Show me your best collection for my wife," Adam demanded curtly, completely ignoring the manager's polite greeting.

Claire rolled her eyes, reminded of the superstar's characteristic rudeness she had momentarily forgotten.

"Of course, Mr. Whitmore. It would be our pleasure," the manager replied, his professionalism unwavering. Turning to Claire, he added, "Mrs. Whitmore." He then signaled to a staff member.

her late twenties stepped forward with

assist Mrs. Whitmore in finding the perfect outfit," he explained, delegating the task to

Whitmore, in real life that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Claire was both amused and slightly empathetic. Being Adam's wife meant dealing with this kind

So, wake up," he said with his usual charming smile,

deep shade of pink with embarrassment. "This way, ma'am," she urged Claire politely, gesturing toward the women's

the stunning dresses, but her jaw nearly dropped at the astronomical price tags. She wanted to shout at the absurdity of it all, but playing the part

outfits, marveling at their beauty but too afraid to

noticed Claire wasn't interested in trying on any of

trying to dodge the discomfort rising within her at the thought of wearing such expensive outfits. She had never tried designer dresses before and couldn't imagine them suiting her-she wasn't a celebrity

one," came Adam's

She hadn't realized he was standing so close while she was lost in thought. For a moment, she wondered why he was even in the

a metallic pink sequin crop top with a matching

her. "Try it for me, babe. I want to see my sexy wife make this dress even sexier when she wears it," he said, his voice low and teasing. He pulled her gently into his arms, his intense gaze fixed on her face as if she

smiled, feeling giddy watching her idol be so romantic with his wife. She quietly stepped aside to

of affection Adam was showing without a care in the world, despite having

and gently pushing him away. Adam smirked but released her,

wet under his intense hungry gaze. Inside, she shrugged off her denim jacket and white tank top before stepping out of her

me a nerd, she thought, her insecurities gnawing

had chosen for her, hoping it wouldn't make her look as

dressed, Claire

fabric, marveling at how perfectly it fit. The dress hugged her curves as though it had been tailored