The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 249

MISTAKE 249

Chapter 249: To tease her

The hospital room was thick with tension as Marcus Green's piercing gaze bored into Hazel Greyson. She struggled to maintain an air of nonchalance, focusing intently on the plate of institutional cafeteria food in her lap. But she could feel the weight of his stare like a

physical force, making the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

Even confined to a hospital bed, injured and swathed in bandages, Marcus still radiated an unmistakable aura of danger that set Hazel's nerves on edge. There was something feral, something unrestrained simmering behind those pale blue eyes that made her instincts want to recoil.

"So..." His low rumble of a voice shattered the loaded silence. "Where will we be staying after I'm discharged from this place?"

Hazel's head snapped up, her brow furrowing as she met his intense gaze across the dingy hospital room. "Excuse me?"

Marcus regarded her with an expression equal parts amusement and challenge, corners of his mouth quirking ever so slightly.

"Well, we are married, are we not?" He stated this with such casual ease, such unabashed certainty, that the words felt like a lead weight dropping into the pit of Hazel's stomach.

"We most certainly are not," she countered through a tight smile, struggling to keep her tone measured despite the growing impulse to scream at this insufferable, arrogant man.

no outward indication. He simply continued to watch her with that lingering smirk, the unflappable confidence of

unmistakable edge; like a lioness toying with its cornered prey. "Well in that case, I insist you move into my estate once I'm released. No more of this...quaint little flat

words hung heavy in the stagnant air, audacious and utterly brazen in their audacity. Hazel felt her tenuous grip on her restraint slipping as she

was unhinged, dangerous, but the degree to which he was toying with her was swiftly venturing into unconcerned territory. Part of her had naively hoped that being bedridden in a hospital would temper some of his more grandiose delusions, not embolden

fury and desire to scream back

shared a room all those months ago. Back then, she'd been captor...but now? She was the

and tried to

who quite enjoyed teasing her He had seen pictures of the carnage she unleashed at the club tonight, so he knew she had a temper. Seeing

the other hand was tired. She felt that she should leave now before he

had to get out of this room, away

she bit out in clipped tones, refusing to

on her heel and strode briskly toward the exit, shoulders rigid. Hazel held her breath, half expecting Marcus to call out one last parting taunt - but thankfully the

Marcus's personal security

home, Ms. Greyson," the one named Dutch rumbled, gesturing for her to

veins. Simmering fury bubbled beneath her skin like dragon-fire at Marcus, at these brutish lackeys of his, at the horrifyingly helpless

did she have, really? This was the way things were in Marcus's domain, the new world order where

her toward the awaiting caravan of black SUVS in the parking lot: As they traveled through the bustling city streets, Hazel sat in stony silence - her fists clenched so tightly atop her

rebukes, so many profanity-laced salvos found

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