No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 228



The door swung open to a room filled with boisterous laughter, immediately drawing my gaze to the man seated in the place of honor. Something about him seemed familiar.

"Meet Allen, my golfing buddy and great friend," Jefferson introduced with a gesture towards him.

As I scrutinized the man's features, his name clicked in my mind: Allen Clark. The son of the influential Lord Clark, currently at the helm of the Clark Group.

I had done my homework on him online. He was known as a snooker enthusiast, having clinched the amateur championship title.

Somehow, I had overlooked the possibility of him crossing paths with Jefferson, let alone being close friends.

"Is this our little Felicia?" Allen chimed in with a smile.

His voice sounded warm, but it sent shivers down my spine. Despite his clean public profile, if his father was involved in murky dealings, he couldn't be entirely innocent.

Looks can be deceiving, after all.

"Felicia, just call him Allen," Jefferson said as he pulled out a chair for me. "He's the guy to turn to if you ever need anything."

Jefferson also moved to take a seat, Allen spoke up, "Jefferson, take this seat. Let's have Felicia between us, so I can get to

this made my heart skip a beat. I've always been somewhat wary around strangers, especially someone

glanced at Jefferson for reassurance. Without missing a beat and still focusing on setting the table, he

Jefferson's words were comforting.

I applauded myself for relying on him. He

"Jefferson, I've never seen you so

arranged the cutlery in front of me, ensuring everything was perfectly aligned, "She's like a sister.

warning to Allen that I was off-limits. Frankly, I was

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laughed it off and looked at me,

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She knows just as much about the game as we do, maybe even more. Her skills are top-tier among the ladies,"

How about after dinner, we head to Jefferson's place for a

her. Five rounds, and if

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didn't object. Allen was my ticket to meeting Lord