Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 273 Irresistible Charming

Adam went to the bathroom to get ready while Claire ordered breakfast and began packing his things. She was busy gathering his belongings and placing them in his bags when he stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. He ran a hand through his damp hair, and a few water droplets slid down his toned chest, disappearing where the towel was loosely tied. Claire's eyes instinctively followed the droplets, drawn to his impeccably defined abs. Before she realized it, she licked her lips, unable to look away, her gaze lingering where the last droplet vanished.

Claire's breath hitched, and her throat went dry as she took in the sight of her husband, so hot and sexy.

"Like what you see?" Adam teased, his voice low and amused. A smirk played on his lips as he caught her openly ogling him. "You know, you don't have to stand so far away. You can come closer... and touch," he added, his tone dripping with playful mischief. Claire quickly averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she fumbled nervously with the zipper of the bag, trying to close it. Adam stood there silently, watching her clumsy attempt to avoid the situation. With a soft sigh, he walked over and gently covered her hands with his, effortlessly zipping the bag for her.

Claire inhaled sharply, momentarily forgetting to breathe as his cool, damp chest brushed against her back, his large frame enveloping her. The brief contact sent a shiver down her spine, and when he finally stepped away, she exhaled shakily. The unspoken tension between them was thick, leaving Claire unsure of how to react. Last night had been a moment of impulse, but now, she didn't know what Adam wanted or how to address it.

To her relief, the doorbell rang, giving her the perfect excuse to escape.

"It must be breakfast," she muttered under her breath, hurrying to the door as if Adam were a live wire she needed to avoid.

Claire called the butler inside and instructed him to set the trays on the table. When breakfast was served on the table, Adam stepped out of his room, dressed in a black T-shirt and faded denim jeans. His casual look exuded effortless style, and Claire couldn't help but find him incredibly irresistible. Her heart fluttered as she stole a quick glance, hoping he wouldn't notice the effect he had on her.

After finishing their meal, they checked out of the hotel. Adam's assistant handled the payment, allowing Adam and Claire to head straight to the car waiting for them. The drive to the airport was quiet.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

At the airport, Adam's private jet was ready on the tarmac. Once onboard, Claire instinctively took a seat in the far corner, as she always did, giving the superstar his space. She knew his routine by now-he liked to spend his travel time alone, going over scripts, preparing for scenes, or rehearsing his lines. It was part of the carefully curated rhythm of his life, one she never wanted to disrupt.

But Adam wasn't pleased to see Claire sitting at the far corner. His instinct urged him to call her over to sit beside him, but instead, he stood and made his way to where she was. Without a word, he sat down next to her, ignoring the spacious seat he usually occupied in the middle, complete with all his travel necessities.

Claire closed the book she was reading, puzzled by his choice. Adam never left his usual spot during flights, especially to sit in the area reserved for his staff. "Is something wrong?" she asked curiously, her tone cautious.

At first, Adam felt the urge to snap, to tell her that her sitting so far away was what was wrong. But he caught himself, deciding instead to match her calm demeanor. "Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?" he replied in a soft, measured tone.

"You're not sitting in your usual seat, and the flight is about to take off," Claire pointed out hesitantly.

"Am I not free to sit wherever I want?" he countered with a challenging smirk, leaning closer to her as he reached over and secured her seatbelt.

Claire didn't reply, her cheeks warming as she quickly averted her gaze. She reopened her book, pretending to read, though her focus was entirely elsewhere.

Adam's behavior felt strange to

her-different from the arrogant and

indifferent movie star Adam Whitmore she had come to know Why was Adam Whitmore acting so strangely today-not at all like his usual self?