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.

injuries. But we'll need to keep you here for at least another week for observation." Marcus' eyes narrowed slightly at this. "A week? I should be out of here

evenly. "But with the trauma you suffered, it's critical that we monitor you closely for any complications or delayed

reveal a large, muscular man in a crisp black suit - clearly

"But there's been an incident I need to

quickly busied herself gathering up the soiled bandages. Marcus gave a subtle nod and they all hastily

the guard's expression grew grim. "It's your wife,

visible reaction beyond a subtle clenching of his jaw. "Details,"

shortly 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." The guard paused, tension creasing his brow. "They cornered her eventually...shook her up pretty bad from what I

she alive?" Marcus

"she's alive."

she?" he

estate

ahead impassively as he

go," Marcus said,

sharp rap at

air of wealth and privilege surrounding him. This was Jerry Graziano, a close friend and advisor to Marcus. The guard greeted him and left, closing the door behind both

on Marcus in the hospital bed. "You got married? When

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 on

as he stepped closer to the bedside. "I feel like I missed something kinda huge

you did," Marcus stated simply, reaching for a piece of fruit from the plate beside his bed and taking a bite

he finally managed. "What's her name? Who is she?

After sighing, he replied in that same infuriatingly casual tone. "Her name is Hazel Lily

dramatic. Jerry's jaw dropped, his eyes

Greyson?" he sputtered. "As in the one from what...8, 9 years ago? No...no way. How the hell did you end

smirk played across Marcus' lips as he took another bite

bleeding

ambulance, she brought me to a doctor she knew who stitched me up." Hepaused,