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.

continued to watch her with that lingering smirk, the unflappable confidence of a man

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

heavy in the stagnant air, audacious and utterly brazen in their audacity. Hazel felt her tenuous grip on her restraint slipping as she snapped her jaw shut to

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

remark that dripped from his lips like venom, Hazel 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 for

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 months ago. Back then, she'd been captor...but now? She was the one metaphorically chained, at

her curses and tried to keep a blank

unleashed at the club tonight, so he

was tired. She felt that she should

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

bit out

half expecting Marcus to call out one

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 appraised her dispassionately, awaiting

home, Ms. Greyson," the

bubbled beneath her skin like dragon-fire

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

black SUVS in the parking lot: As they traveled through

many profanity-laced salvos found themselves scorching the

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