Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 280

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband 

Chapter 280 Our Bedroom 

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+8 Pearls 

A pair of strong, muscular arms circled around Claire’s waist, pulling her gently against a broad, firm chest. 

“What are you doing, wifey?” Adam’s deep, husky voice whispered, sending a soft tremor through her. She shivered slightly at the warmth of his touch as his lips brushed sensually against her earlobe. 

Claire glanced over her shoulder with a small smile. “I’m picking out your outfit for today,” she replied casually, turning in his arms to face him. 

Adam looked down at her. He was surprised at what he was feeling for this incredible woman who was his wife. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to let her go. The realization unsettled him–how much he craved her closeness, how his hands seemed unwilling to leave her. 

“Don’t you have to go to the gym?” Claire asked, her tone practical as she met his gaze. 

Adam smirked, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Why should I go to the gym when my wife already overworked me this morning?” he teased, his voice low and filled with desire. 

Claire’s eyes widened in shock at his shameless comment. Her cheeks flushed pink as she gasped, “Jerk!” 

Her small hand smacked against his chest, though her soft hand couldn’t cause harm but made Adam more amused. 

He chuckled lightly, his sexy, deep laughter making Claire’s heart flutter. He grabbed her hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering for a moment. “I’m only speaking the truth,” he murmured, his grin widening. 

Claire rolled her eyes, trying to hide her own smile. “You’re impossible.” 

“Okay, baby, the truth is I’ve already told my director I have a tight schedule today, so I’ll work out during the break on set,” Adam said, his voice soft as his hands cupped Claire’s face. His thumb grazed her bottom lip absentmindedly, sending a shiver down her spine. Claire swallowed hard, struggling to fight the temptation building inside her. 

“Should I pack your gym wear as well?” she asked, attempting to step out of his embrace to create some distance. But Adam held her firmly, refusing to let her go. 

“No need. I already have gym wear in my vanity van,” he replied, his eyes fixed on hers with a playful intensity. 

“Get the staff to shift your stuff to our bedroom,” Adam said firmly. 

Claire froze, her eyes widening in shock. Our bedroom? Wasn’t it his bedroom? How had it suddenly become theirs? 

“But as per the contract, I should stay-” Claire began to protest. 

Adam sighed, cutting her off before she could finish. “You are my wife, and you shouldn’t live in a guest room. You belong in our room,” he emphasized, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

Claire stared at him, trying to make sense of his sudden change in attitude. This was the same Adam Whitmore who was fiercely protective of his personal space, someone who detested anyone invading it. 

And now howme incintin. 

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Chapter 280 Our Bedroom 

ė4བློ, 58% 

+8 Pearls 

Then it hit her. This must be part of the PR campaign. Perhaps he feared that if news of them living in separate rooms ever got out, it could tarnish his carefully curated public image. That had to be it–another, strategic move for his career.