The smile on Drazhan's face vanished the moment sound of shutters, the flashes of camera and yelling of paparazzi filled his surroundings. He saw Judith's face fill with discomfort and anxiety, and his jaw clinched in wrath. He hurriedly pulled her into his embrace, with one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulder as he took her inside the restaurant. The car with his bodyguards that had been following them from a distance came to a halt behind Drazhan's car, and the bodyguards rushed towards Drazhan and Judith. They escorted them inside, shielding them from the cameras with their massive built.
Judith had her palm over her eyes, hoping to shelter them from the harsh flashes and, ideally, to hide her face. She could feel Drazhan's muscles stiffen, and he trembled slightly
