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.

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Whitmore in finding the perfect outfit," he explained,

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

to assist my wife, not me. So, wake up," he said

sorry, sir," Jenny stammered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink with embarrassment. "This way, ma'am," she urged Claire politely, gesturing toward the women's

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

the racks of gorgeous outfits, marveling at their beauty but

Jenny asked when she noticed Claire wasn't interested in trying

of wearing such expensive outfits. She had never tried designer dresses before and couldn't imagine them suiting her-she wasn't

one,"

so close while she was lost in thought. For a moment, she wondered why he was even in the women's section-shouldn't he

as she 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,

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

feeling giddy watching her idol be so romantic with his wife. She quietly stepped

nervously at the public display of affection Adam was showing without a care

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

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 thought, her insecurities gnawing at her.

a deep breath, Claire began slipping into the outfit her husband had chosen for her, hoping it

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