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.

outward indication. He simply continued to watch her with that lingering smirk, the unflappable confidence of a

his voice taking on an 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

tenuous grip on her restraint

but the degree to which he was toying with her was swiftly venturing into

remark that dripped from his lips like venom, Hazel felt her consuming fear of the man warring against her rising fury and desire to

the scales had tipped irrevocably since they'd last shared a room all those months ago. Back then, she'd been captor...but now? She was the one metaphorically chained, at Marcus's mercy whether she wanted it or

tried

her He had seen pictures of the carnage she unleashed at the club tonight, so he knew she

tired. She felt that she should leave now before he says one more thing

this room, away from his overpowering presence before he demolished what little composure she

bit out in clipped tones, refusing to

rigid. Hazel held her breath, half expecting Marcus

and came face-to-face with Marcus's personal security detail looming in

Greyson," the one named Dutch rumbled,

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

way things were in Marcus's domain, the new world order

Hazel forced one stiff nod at the bodyguards and let them herd her toward the awaiting caravan of black SUVS in the parking lot: As they traveled through the bustling city streets, Hazel sat in

so many profanity-laced salvos found themselves scorching the

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