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

casting a warning glare at the guard, but the

man, Dalton

Chandler was deep into a card game with Dante and

Chandler." Dalton greeted, trying to keep his tone steady.

Dante won a hand and erupted in celebration, his loud cheer

His mood, already sour, grew

to his arm, silently urging him to stay

round of cards had just ended, and it

decided it was time to speak up. "Uncle Chandler, if you have any issues,

reply, Dante's voice rang out 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 face flushed, but she knew

cross, even without the added complication of their

the couch, and Dante quickly caught the cue. Tossing aside his cards, he wrapped an arm around Dalton's

I heard you've got some great wine stashed here. Let's go check

clear that Dante was trying

hesitated, not wanting to leave Lydia alone with the

said, "Mr. Paltrow, how about this? I'll have the wine brought here so

over at Chandler. "Alright, that

pointed at Lydia. "Then let your lover pour