The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 248

Chapter 248: A gentle Wife

Hazel acknowledged the query with a slight upturn of her chin. "He wanted a seafood porridge, but the place her asked for had closed. Stop by third avenue. There is a good seafood. restaurant there," Hazel instructed.

A tense silence fell over the vehicle for a few moments as the guard appraised her coolly, seemingly expecting more of an explanation about whatever had transpired back at the club's private lounge - the thunderous noises and chaos they had barged into upon arriving. But Hazel offered no additional context, simply sitting with her spine straight and hands folded primly in her lap.

Eventually, Wolf settled back against the leather upholstery with a sigh, evidently unwilling or perhaps just unsure how to broach the subject of his employer's wife unleashing wanton destruction on her enemies. The remainder of the journey passed in tense quiet. When the SUV pulled up to the weathered facade of Chu's neon-bedecked storefront, Hazel didn't wait for her escorts. She simply pushed open the door and strode inside, the muted tinkling of the front bell announcing her arrival to the elderly woman manning the register.

"Good evening, Mrs. Chu," Hazel greeted her politely as she approached the counter. "I'll need an order of the spicy master stock seafood porridge, please. With extra battered shrimp, this time."

The old woman's eyes crinkled with familiarity at the routine request, already reaching beneath the counter to produce one of the insulated carrying bags. Hazel waited patiently as the Styrofoam containers were carefully packaged up, allowing her mind to wander. While part of her felt slightly silly about catering to Marcus's bizarre cravings, she reasoned it was better to pick these little battles. Keeping him satiated, at least in some small regard, could go a long way toward maintaining a delicate balance. At least until she was ready to dismantle his entire operations once and for all.

With a polite word of thanks, Hazel accepted the warm satchel of food and exited the shop, buckling herself into the waiting SUV for the final destination - the medical campus where Marcus had been convalescing since his injury.

As the vehicle merged onto the expressway, Hazel pulled out her phone and quickly tapped out a voice note to Lydia:

"It's me. Just leaving the club right now and everything is....settled. I'll explain more once I've finished up some final business elsewhere. But you can stand down for now, I'm alright."

She ended the voice message with a amused shake of her head. Only Lydia would ever agree to be her glorified getaway driver and head thug as needed; if she had forgotten to message her, Lydia would have raged a storm.

stop outside the hospital, the kind with blacked out windows and a plain, unmemorable exterior. Hazel looked up at the hospital and felt slight stress she had released return to her. Inside that

practiced motions, before allowing Hazel to come out of the car with the satchel of still-steaming food clutched striding under

door was already open in anticipation, one of his hulking bodyguards posted like a statue on sentry duty outside. Hazel quirked a single eyebrow at the sight of the armed men, but walked by as though she had not seen

face and steely gaze immediately commanded the room like some apex predator asserting dominance

the seafood place you had talked about was closed I got you one from a place know," Hazel

thin line, Hazel strode over to the portable table beside the bed and carefully unpacked the satchel of take-out

were you doing tonight?" he asked, his tone cold, the slight Sicilian lilt barely noticeable beneath the precisely

had a meeting. Didn't Your men tell you where I went?" There

know where you are for your safety. Have you forgotten how we got here?" he

"I remember."

replied with an indulgent chuckle. " You went to such a

opened the wide ceramic bowl and waved the pungent aroma of shrimp and spiced broth towards Marcus's face, watching impassively as his nostrils flared with

also be reported to

you

a few slurping spoonfuls, pinning her with an expectant look. "I am curious, what did do when you got there? My men said those people wanted to pass you around as entertainment." Hazel felt herself stiffen instinctively

beat of silence stretched out between them, thick with unspoken tensions and

her room when she had

first seen Hazel. She had slammed trays into family members