Evelyn's POV
His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me firmly against him, while his other hand caught the photographer’s wrist mid-air; with a simple, effortless motion, he flicked it aside, as if brushing away an inconvenience rather than confronting a person.
“U.S. law protects freedom of speech,” Julian said evenly, his voice calm but edged with something cold and unyielding, his gaze sweeping across the group like a blade, silencing them almost instantly. “So your lawsuit will most likely fail.”
The groom hesitated, momentarily thrown off, his anger stalling as he tried to push back—“What the hell do you mean—”—but whatever he intended to say faltered under Julian’s presence, the words dying in his throat.
Without another word, Julian reached into the inner pocket of his coat an
