Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 282

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.