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.

indication. He simply continued to watch her with that lingering smirk, the unflappable confidence of a man who believed he had the world eating out of

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

brazen in their audacity. Hazel felt her tenuous grip on her restraint slipping

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

felt her consuming fear of the man warring against her rising fury and desire to scream back her outrage. If she opened her mouth, would she be lashing out...or inadvertently showing her throat to the wolf circling

how 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

her curses and tried

carnage she unleashed at the club tonight, so he knew she

on the other hand was tired. She felt that she should leave

features, Hazel pushed her plate aside and surged to her feet. She had to get out of this room, away from his overpowering presence before he demolished

out in clipped tones,

her breath, half expecting Marcus to call out one last parting taunt - but thankfully the room. remained silent

door fell shut with a hollow thud, Hazel exhaled a shuddering breath and came face-to-face with Marcus's personal security detail looming in the hallway. The two hulking brutes

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

straight as defiance flared through her veins. Simmering fury bubbled beneath her skin like dragon-fire at

choice did she have, really? This was the way things were in Marcus's domain, the new world order where he pulled the strings from his hospital bed like

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

many scathing rebukes, so many profanity-laced salvos found themselves

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