Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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.

A woman in her late twenties stepped forward with a friendly smile.

"This is Jenny, our best sales associate. She'll assist Mrs. Whitmore in finding the perfect outfit," he explained, delegating the task to Jenny before stepping aside.

Jenny was 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, she watched as Adam snapped the salesgirl out of her trance.

"Miss, you're here to assist my wife, not me. So, wake up," he said with his usual charming smile, the one he reserved for his fans.

"I... I'm 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 section.

Jenny guided Claire to the exclusive 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 nearly dropped at the astronomical price tags. She wanted to shout at the absurdity of it all, but playing the part of Adam Whitmore's composed and elegant wife kept her quiet.

Claire threaded through the racks of gorgeous outfits, marveling at their beauty but too afraid to even touch them.

"Ma'am, do you like anything?" Jenny asked when she noticed Claire wasn't interested in trying on any of the dresses.

"Umm... no. They're not really my style," Claire replied, 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 or a model, after all.

"Try this one," came Adam's deep,

commanding voice from right behind her, 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 even in the women's section-shouldn't he be off in the men's section shopping for himself?

"Great choice, sir!" Jenny chirped enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up 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, and I don't wear this kind of dress!" she exclaimed, clearly flustered.

Adam smirked, stepping closer to 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 were the only person in the world.

Jenny smiled, feeling giddy watching her idol be so romantic with his wife. She quietly stepped aside to give them some privacy.

Claire swallowed nervously at the public display of affection Adam was showing without a care in the world, despite having an audience.

"Fine," she whispered, taking the dress from his hands and gently pushing him away. Adam smirked but released her, his eyes lingering on her as she turned to leave.

Claire rushed toward the fitting room, clutching the dress tightly. She desperately needed the privacy of the enclosed space to calm her racing heart and the sensations her superstar husband had stirred within her making her 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 her lip. It was bold, daring, and completely out of her comfort zone.

This dress wasn't made for someone like me a nerd, she thought, her insecurities gnawing at her. Still, against her better judgment, she decided to wear it.

With a deep breath, Claire began slipping into the outfit her husband had chosen for her, hoping it wouldn't make her look as awkward as she feared.

Once dressed, Claire ran a nervous

hand over the fabric, marveling at how perfectly it fit. The dress hugged her curves as though it had been tailored just for her. It

accentuated her best featuregel. no

toned legs and the graceful curves of her slim waist and broad hips-making her look undeniably stunning.

Adam really does have great taste, she thought, stunned by how the outfit transformed her appearance.

The reflection staring back at her in the mirror looked nothing like the Claire she was used to. The dress gave her an air of confidence and undeniable allure. For a fleeting moment, she felt beautiful and empowered, a version of herself she hadn't known existed. Taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply to calm the nervousness, Claire prepared herself to step out and face her husband. However, her nerves still fluttered at the thought of his reaction.

When she emerged from the fitting room, Adam was leaning casually against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Claire noticed how many admiring glances he was drawing from the store staff. They were clearly thrilled to have Adam Whitmore in their midst.

As Claire came into view, Adam's attention snapped from his phone to her. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked on her. He stood frozen for a moment, taking in her transformed appearance, his expression one of awe.

Slipping his phone into his pocket,

he swallowed hard and strodeMaterial © NôvelDrama.Org.

toward her, his usual composure shaken. In Claire's eyes, he didn't look like the untouchable superstar everyone idolized-he looked like a

man completely captivated

wife, the woman who had

his

unknowingly turned his world upside down.