Chapter 279 Our Bedroom

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A pair of strong, muscular arms circled 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 it 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 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. Whitmor, who was fiercely Protective of his personal space, someone who detested anyone invading it. And now, he was insisting she move into his room? 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 another strategic move for his career. Taking a steadying breath, Claire nodded, choosing not to argue further. "Okay," she said softly. "Now go take a shower and get ready. You don't want to be late for your shoot," she reminded him gently. Adam frowned dramatically, pulling her closer. "Do I smell bad? Is that why you're trying to get away from me?" he teased, his brows furrowing in mock offense. Claire's eyes widened. "Oh no! Of course not," she stammered, scowling at his misinterpretation. "But-" Before she could finish, Adam silenced her with a kiss. His lips captured hers, soft yet insistent, making her melt against him as her protests dissolved into nothingness. "Even though I smell bad, you still have me, baby," Adam whispered against her lips, his voice soft but filled with a teasing tenderness. He kissed her deeply, the passion of the kiss leaving her breathless. After a moment, he pulled away, his hands gently lifting her into his arms. Claire gasped in surprise as she realized what he was about to do. "Wait, put me down!" she yelped, trying to stop him. Adam smirked playfully, his grip tightening as he carried her toward the bathroom. "No, baby, you need to clean me up properly so I smell good for you," Adam teased, his smirk deepening as he carried her into the shower stall and turned on the water.

Chapter 279 Our Bedroom

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