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.

in her late twenties stepped forward with

finding the perfect outfit," he

so excited to see her superstar crush, Adam 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 of adoration for him everywhere they went, but she reminded herself it was only for a year. Shaking her head,

my wife, not me. So, wake up," he said with his usual charming smile, the

stammered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink with embarrassment. "This

women's section, showcasing their limited-edition collection designed for VIP clients. Claire's eyes widened in awe as she took in the stunning dresses, but her jaw

gorgeous outfits, marveling at their beauty but too afraid to

noticed Claire wasn't interested

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 or a model,

this one,"

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

admired the dress Adam held. When Claire turned to face him, she saw him holding a metallic pink sequin crop top with a matching mini skirt. Her eyes widened in shock. "Adam, I'm not a teenager, and I don't wear

me, babe. I want to see my sexy wife make this dress even sexier when she wears it," he said, his voice low and

with his wife. She quietly stepped aside

display of affection Adam was showing

dress from his hands and gently pushing him away. Adam smirked but released her, his eyes lingering on her as

grow wet under his intense hungry gaze. Inside, she shrugged off her denim jacket and white tank top before stepping out of her shoes and cargo jeans. Holding the sultry magenta dress in her hands, she examined it carefully, biting

nerd, she thought, her insecurities gnawing at her. Still, against

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

dressed, Claire

perfectly it fit. The dress hugged her curves as though it had been tailored