Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Outside the club, two burly bodyguards stood by the entrance.

Dalton was about to lead Lydia inside when the guards abruptly blocked their path with their arms.

Dalton's expression turned icy. He shot a cold glare at the guards, his voice sharp. "My uncle asked us here. What's the hold-up?"

The guards, towering and unyielding, spoke with a chill in their voices. "I need to report this inside first."

Annoyed, Dalton was about to lose his cool when Lydia gently lugged on his sleeve.

Sensing Chandler was likely trying to make things difficult for her, she gave the guards a warm, if slightly strained, smile. "It's alright if I wait here. Can you let Dalton go in?" The night air had turned sharply cold after the rain, and the draft at the club's entrance made it even worse.

Lydia, wearing a sleek satin dress, was visibly shivering, her nose reddening from the chill.

The guard was unmoved by her plea and responded firmly, "No."

Dalton's face turned stormy.

Frustrated and without a clear outlet for his anger, he watched the guard disappear into the club, leaving them out in the cold.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, the guard reappeared.

you can go in

glare at the guard, but the guard remained impassive,

was Chandler's man, Dalton decided to let

with Dante and a few others. He didn't even glance up when Dalton and Lydia

keep his tone steady. "I've

a hand and erupted in celebration, his

boiled over. His mood,

arm, silently urging him to stay

and it had been twenty minutes since

if you have any

you, playing the knight in shining

family was not someone she could afford to cross, even without the added complication of their connection

the cue. Tossing aside his cards, he wrapped an arm around Dalton's

great wine stashed here.

Dante was

wanting to leave Lydia alone with the

brought here so we can enjoy it

over at

onto the couch and pointed at Lydia.