The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 262: Greyson

Back in the hospital, Marcus was snacking on some apples. He glanced at the time a few times wondering when Hazel would get there. He had not called her over to come see him on her lunch breaks today. Should be have called her? He glanced at the clock a few more

times and picked up his phone to call her, only to put it back down.

He was not sure why he was slightly restless. He admitted that he somewhat liked to tease her, but he was not sure why he wanted to see her. When she had left he hospital last night clearly angry it pleased him greatly. But when she left, he wanted to order his men to

bring her back.

The door to Marcus Green's private hospital room opened and two doctors entered, followed by a nurse. Their typical confident strides were replaced by cautious, almost fearful steps as they approached the man lying in the bed. Despite the casts on his left arm and leg, the bandages covering portions of his face and torso, and the various wires and tubes attached to him, an unmistakable aura of power and danger seemed to emanate from Marcus.

"Good morning, Mr. Green," one of the doctors greeted, keeping his tone carefully polite. "How are you feeling today?"

Marcus slowly turned his head towards them, his icy blue eyes scanning their faces briefly before responding in a deep, gravelly voice.

"I've had better days, Doc. But I'm still breathing."

The nurse stepped forward, placing a tray with some fruit and a cup of juice on the rolling table beside the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted Marcus' bed into a more upright position. "We'll need to change your bandages," the other doctor stated. "And I have a few questions to go through with you as well."

Marcus gave a curt nod, leaning back against the pillows as the nurse began unwrapping the soiled bandages from his torso. The doctors watched in silence, one of them jotting notes occasionally.

"How was the pain through the night? Were you able to get any sleep?" the first doctor asked once the nurse had finished re-bandaging the wounds.

"The pain meds helped," Marcus replied flatly. "But I didn't sleep much."

The doctor made another note, his expression revealing little. "Any nausea, dizziness, blurred vision?"

"No."

"No hallucinations or confusion?"

across Marcus' lips. "I'm always

over the room for a moment before the doctor cleared his throat. "Well, your recovery is progressing as expected given the extent of your injuries. But we'll need to keep

doctor replied evenly. "But with the trauma you

It opened to reveal a large, muscular man in a crisp black suit

the intrusion," the guard said gruffly. "But there's been an incident I need to inform

doctors exchanged worried glances while the nurse quickly busied herself gathering up the soiled bandages. Marcus gave a subtle nod and they all hastily made their exit, leaving Marcus alone

closed behind them, the guard's expression grew grim. "It's your wife, sir. There

showed no visible reaction beyond a subtle clenching of

after she left a restaurant downtown. Her driver was killed instantly but she managed to get away, leading them on a chase through the city."

alive?"

"she's alive."

she?" he

estate

straight ahead impassively as he

Marcus said, dismissing the

sudden, sharp rap at the

surrounding him. This was Jerry Graziano, a close friend and advisor to Marcus. The guard greeted him and left, closing

as his eyes fell on Marcus in the hospital bed. "You got married? When the hell

slowly towards Jerry, not betraying even a hint of emotion. "Hello, Jerry," he said evenly, almost bored. With a slight nod towards his guard that had just left, he added, "Miguel was just filling me in

a wife now?" Jerry persisted, still appearing utterly dumbfounded as he stepped closer to the bedside. "I feel like I missed

Marcus stated simply, reaching for a piece of fruit from the

stared at him, clearly bursting with a million questions. "Well?" he finally managed. "What's her name? Who is she?

After sighing, he replied in that same infuriatingly casual

dramatic. Jerry's jaw dropped, his eyes going wide with shock and

the one from what...8, 9 years ago?

faint smirk played across Marcus' lips as he took another bite of apple, chewing leisurely

bleeding out on

an ambulance, she brought me to a doctor she knew who stitched me up." Hepaused, finally meeting Jerry's incredulous gaze. "She lied, and her