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.

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forward, casting a warning glare at the guard, but

Chandler's man, Dalton decided to let

the private room, Chandler was deep into a card game with Dante and a few others. He didn't even glance

trying to keep

a hand and erupted in celebration,

His mood,

to his arm, silently urging him

of cards had just ended, and it had been twenty

time to speak up. "Uncle Chandler, if you have any issues, take them up

with a mocking edge. "Oh, look at you, playing the knight in shining armor. You two must have quite the thing going on!" Lydia's

to cross, even without the

lounged casually on the couch, and Dante quickly caught the cue. Tossing aside his cards, he wrapped an arm around

some great wine stashed here. Let's go check it

that Dante was

hesitated, not wanting to leave Lydia alone

have the wine brought here so we

glanced over at Chandler.

at Lydia. "Then let your lover