Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 274

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.”

Adam nodded, dismissing her as he returned his attention to his iPad.

Claire felt a twinge of sympathy for the air hostess, but she knew how moody her superstar husband could be. It wasn’t easy being on the receiving end of his sharp tone.

“What would you like to order, Mrs. Whitmore?” This time, the air hostess’s voice was exceptionally sweet and respectful.

Claire knew what Adam preferred for his meals, so she ordered a low-carb, protein-rich meal for him and a sandwich for herself, as she wasn’t feeling too hungry but needed to munch on something.

"Would you like some wine as well?" the hostess asked politely.

"Yes, please," Claire replied, then returned to the page she had been reading.

She stole a quick glance at her husband and found that he was indifferent to what was happening around him, or perhaps he was just too engrossed in the script he was reading to notice.

Lunch was brought by the air hostess and neatly served on the dining table in the private jet. After setting everything up, she came to call Adam and Claire.

“Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore, I’ve set the table,” the air hostess said politely.

Claire waited for 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 nod.