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.

her with that lingering

an unmistakable edge; like a lioness toying with its cornered prey. "Well in that case, I

in their audacity. Hazel felt her tenuous grip on her restraint slipping as she snapped her jaw shut to keep

of her being that Marcus Green 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

rising fury and desire to scream back her outrage. If she opened her mouth, would she be lashing out...or inadvertently

bile rise in Hazel's throat, a stark reminder of how the scales had tipped irrevocably since they'd last shared a room all those

her curses and tried to

unleashed at the club tonight, so he knew she had a temper. Seeing her holding

should leave now before he says one more thing and makes

her feet. She had to get out of this room, away from his overpowering presence before he demolished what little composure

she bit out in clipped tones, refusing to meet Marcus's

briskly toward the exit, shoulders rigid. Hazel held her breath, half expecting Marcus to call out one last parting taunt - but thankfully the room. remained silent behind

a shuddering breath and came face-to-face with Marcus's personal security detail looming in the

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

bristled at the imperious command, her back going ramrod straight as 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 she

was the way things were in Marcus's domain, the new world order where he pulled the strings from his hospital bed like

toward the awaiting caravan of black SUVS in the parking

rebukes, so many profanity-laced

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