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.


    ire 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.


    ire 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 nce at her. He kept reading his iPad, replying in his usual cold tone, "Ask my wife. I''ll eat whatever she orders."


    ire''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 ire 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 re 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.


    ire 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.


    ire 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," ire replied, then returned to the page she had been reading.


    She stole a quick nce 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 ire.


    "Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore, I''ve set the table," the air hostess said politely.


    ire 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.


    Adam finally put his iPad aside and stood up, extending his hand toward ire. She was stunned for a moment but brushed it off, assuming it was still part of his public disy to keep up the appearance of a happy couple. Hesitantly, she ced her hand in his, letting him lead her to the table.


    To her surprise, he pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit before taking his own seat. ire picked up her sandwich and began eating quietly, unsure of what to make of his behavior.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    As she focused on her meal, Adam unexpectedly took some of the food from his te and ced it on hers. She blinked in surprise, looking up at him, but his face gave away nothing as he casually began eating his own meal.


    "No, I only want the sandwich. This food is for you," ire said, shaking her head slightly.


    "Eat," Adam ordered firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You''re already underweight and need to eat more from now on," he mumbled, scooping a spoonful of food and lifting it toward her mouth.


    ire was stunned and tried to


    protest, but before she could form a


    coherent response, Adam gently but insistently pushed the spoonful of food into her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as she chewed, processing both the food and the bizarre shift in his behavior. She couldn''t help but wonder if Adam Whitmore had hit his head somewhere to be acting so strangely around her.


    After lunch, ire stood up to return to her seat, but Adam caught her hand, stopping her mid-step. Without a word, he led her to his seat-the spacious, well-equipped spot he usually preferred. Sensing that it might be necessary to sit together to avoid rumors or gossip, she murmured, "I''ll just bring my book from my seat."


    "The book will be brought," Adam replied curtly, refusing to let her go. "You sit here," he insisted.


    True to his word, the air hostess appeared momentster, carrying ire''s book. She handed it to her with a polite smile before retreating. ire settled into the window seat, expecting Adam to sit across from her. To her surprise, he sat right beside her, his presence close, almost protective, as if he wasn''t willing to leave her side.


    ire didn''t realize when she drifted off while reading her book. Her peaceful sleep was gently interrupted when Adam softly caressed her arm and face, his voice low as he woke her. "The jet hasnded, wifey, and wake up," he said gently.


    Blinking awake, ire noticed aforter draped over her. Surprised, she nced at Adam, who was busy gathering her belongings. She yawned, pushing theforter aside, and unfastened her seatbelt.


    "I can take it," she offered, reaching for her things, but Adam didn''t let her. Instead, he ignored her attempt, taking her hand and leading her to the jet''s exit. His grip was firm yet gentle, and his bodyguards quickly rose from their seats to handle his belongings. Adam, however, kept hold of ire''s hand, focusing solely on her.


    Carefully, he guided her down thedder steps. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, making ire shiver as the chill seeped into her skin. The sun had long set, and the first stars began to appear in the darkening sky.


    As they stepped onto the tarmac, Adam took the jacket he was holding over his arm and draped it over her shoulders. ire instinctively pulled it tighter around herself, grateful for the warmth it provided.


    When they finally stepped out of the


    airport, the paparazzi swarmed


    around, cameras shing


    incessantly, all vying to capture a glimpse of Adam Whitmore. But he didn''t stop. Wrapping his arm around ire, he shielded her from the unnecessary attention of the paparazzi, continuing to guide her directly to the car. He opened the door for her and helped her inside, then stood outside himself, cing his hands on the car frame. He looked at her with an unknown emotion shing in his eyes.


    "Babe, I''m heading straight to the shoot location in another car," he whispered softly, his voice sincere. "I''ll try toe home soon, but don''t stay upte, okay?"


    Before she could respond, he leaned in, gently cupping her face in his hands. His lips crashed onto hers with urgency, parting her lips with his as he kissed her deeply and longer than usual. ire froze, unsure how to feel. It didn''t seem like a public disy for the


    paparazzi. However... it felt real.