Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 276 Sleepwalking

Adam returned home after midnight. The house was silent and dark. He assumed Claire might be asleep. He made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find her there, but she wasn't. Disappointment washed over him.

He then headed to the guest room Claire had been using. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and found her asleep inside. He wasn't pleased to see her sleeping there. Although it had been their arrangement to sleep in separate rooms, something about it

suddenly felt wrong, and he realized he wanted her to be in his bedroom instead.

Something had truly changed after their visit to Florence, and Adam found himself wanting his contract wife even more. They had been living together in the house after their wedding, both fighting their mutual attraction and pretending indifference. But after making love to Claire, Adam found it incredibly difficult to stay away from her. He wanted her, and he wasn't going to deny it. Though he wasn't sure how Claire felt, he sensed that she wanted him too. He was sure about it after experiencing how passionate she had been with him last night. Standing in the doorway with his hands in his jeans pockets, he just watched her sleep, her face relaxed in peace, her breathing steady.

Claire had curled up into a ball, her face serene, looking like a child at rest. His anger, the frustration of the day, began to melt away as he stared at her, lost in the tranquility she brought. A hopeless smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He walked quietly toward the bed, his footsteps soft on the floor, and gently scooped Claire up into his arms. Still sound asleep, she instinctively snuggled closer to his chest, clinging to him for warmth. Adam carried her to his bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed. He pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a tenderness and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Afterward, he removed his t-shirt and jeans, slipping under the covers next to her. Claire immediately wrapped her arms around him, cuddling into his side as if he were her favorite teddy bear, still fast asleep. Adam held her close, the weight of the long, tiring night shoot weighing on him. But with Claire in his arms, he felt an unexpected sense of peace. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep as well, content and at ease for the first time in a while.

The next morning, Claire woke up snuggled against something warm and hard. Her still-sleepy mind struggled to make sense of the sensation. When she shifted slightly, she realized she was trapped in a pair of strong, muscular arms. Panic set in, and she tried to push the heavy, unyielding body away.

"Let me go!" she whimpered, squirming against the steely embrace.

"Don't move," Adam groaned, pulling her closer, tightening his grip around her and pressing her face more to his chest.

The deep, husky voice jolted Claire to full awareness as she recognized who was sleeping next to her. She froze, he breath hitching as reality slammed into her. This wasn't her bed. In fact, this wasn't even her

room. It was Adam's room, and sheContent © NôvelDrama.Org.

was lying in his bed!

Her eyes widened as she pieced it together. How had this happened? She distinctly remembered falling asleep in her own bed in the guest room. Had she sleepwalked into Adam's bedroom? How else could this be possible? Biting her lip nervously, Claire's mind raced, filled with worry about how Adam would react when he realized she was in his bed.

She tried to free herself from his unyielding grasp, but Adam's arms were like steel, holding her firmly in place. Realizing she had no chance of breaking free on her own, she nervously shook him and whispered, "Adam... Adam!"

Adam stirred slightly, a low groan

escaping his lips as he shifted in his sleep. The exhaustion from his late night weighed heavily on him, and he desperately wanted more rest. But the soft, pleading sound of her voice calling his name drew him from the depths of slumber. His eyes fluttered half-open, and he loosened his hold just enough to let her move, allowing her to tilt her head and meet his gaze.

Claire's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. His face, framed by the morning light, looked irresistibly handsome, even in his drowsy state. How could someone look so effortlessly perfect even after just waking up?

"Good morning, wifey," Adam rasped, his voice rough yet warm. Before Claire could process his words, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that left her wide-eyed and utterly stunned.