She's My Woman

It was a restless night for Leo. The memory of Quinn turning off her phone and ignoring his call replayed in his mind like a broken record. He paced his room, his usually composed demeanor unraveling with every step. 

"Does Quinn think she can just ignore me like that?" Leo muttered to himself. His fists clenched at the thought of her being with someone else, especially Michael. 

Unable to bear the growing frustration, he picked up his phone and called Austin, his secretary. 

"Austin," Leo said sharply, his voice low but commanding, "arrange the car to Quinn's hotel. Tonight." 

Austin, on the other end, was stunned. "Tonight, sir? Are you sure? It's—" 

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Leo interrupted coldly. "Be downstairs in twenty minutes." 

"Yes, sir," Austin replied, his tone hurried. 

"Book a hotel near Quinn's," Leo instructed. 

"Understood," Austin replied, though he couldn't hide his surprise. 

Leo checked in quickly and settled into his room. His thoughts were solely on Quinn. Despite the anger and confusion brewing inside him, a part of him wanted to see her, to ensure she was safe. 

Later that day, Leo discreetly followed Quinn, careful to keep his distance. She was out with Michael, Mia, and Daniel, her laugh ringing out occasionally as they moved through the city. 

Leo's jaw tightened at the sight of Michael staying close to her, his protective demeanor grating on Leo's nerves. 

At one point, Quinn excused herself to use the restroom. Moments later, a scream shattered the air. 

"Mrs. Quinn" Mia shouted, rushing toward the sound. 

Michael was the first to reach her. He found Quinn on the floor, her face pale with pain. "Quinn, what happened?" 

"I slipped," she said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back tears. 

Without hesitation, Michael scooped her up in his arms. "We're going back to the hotel," he said firmly. 

Leo, standing in the shadows, hesitated. His instincts screamed at him to intervene, but pride held him back. Instead, he followed silently as they returned to the hotel. 

Back in her hotel room, Mia retrieved a bottle of massage cream from the dresser. Before she could approach Quinn, Michael took it from her hands. 

"I'll do it," he said firmly, kneeling beside Quinn. 

Michael began massaging her injured leg gently. Quinn winced but let him continue, grateful for his help. 

"We'll step out and give you some privacy," Mia said, pulling Darrel with her as they left the room. 

Leo had followed them all the way to the door of Quinn's suite. He stood there, battling with himself. He wanted to check on her, but the sight of Michael tending to her gnawed at his jealousy. 

As he reached for the door, he heard Quinn let out a soft sound of pain. To Leo, it sounded different—intimate. His mind jumped to the worst conclusion. 

His restraint snapped, and he pushed the door open, his presence startling both Quinn and Michael. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Leo demanded, his voice sharp. 

Quinn looked at him, confused. "What are *you* doing here?" 

Instead of answering, Leo's eyes locked onto Michael, his anger boiling over. 

Michael stood, his expression calm. "She slipped. I was helping her." 

Leo ignored him and walked straight to Quinn. Without a word, he scooped her into his arms. 

"Leo, put me down!" Quinn protested, squirming in his hold. 

Leo tightened his grip. "Stop moving," he snapped before turning to Austin, who had just arrived. "Prepare the car. Call the best hospital in the area and let them know we're coming." 

Austin nodded and left to make the arrangements. 

As Leo carried Quinn toward the door, he paused and turned to Michael. His eyes were cold and filled with fury. "She's my woman," he said firmly. "She doesn't belong to you. Stay away from her." 

Michael raised an eyebrow, his calm composure never faltering. "That's up to her to decide, isn't it?" 

Leo didn't reply. He walked out, Quinn still in his arms, as she muttered protests under her breath. 

The doctor examined Quinn thoroughly and diagnosed a minor fracture. "It's not serious," the doctor explained. "With rest and some care, she'll be fine." 

Leo, standing nearby, crossed his arms. "Are you sure? Do another check if necessary. I don't want any mistakes." 

The doctor nodded. "I'll double-check, but I assure you, she's okay." 

Once the examination was complete, Quinn was wheeled into a private room. She pretended to be asleep as Leo sat beside her, his hand resting on the edge of the bed. 

Austin entered briefly, whispering something to Leo before leaving again. Left alone, Leo stood by the window, deep in thought. 

Curiosity got the better of Quinn. She peeked through half-closed eyes and noticed Leo's phone buzzing on the table. A message popped up on the screen: 

Sophia: "I've just arrived in Australia. Let me know when you're free."

Quinn's heart sank. The faint hope she had nurtured—that maybe Leo's actions showed he cared—shattered instantly. 

She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry. 

When Leo returned to her bedside, he noticed her tense expression. "Quinn?" he asked softly, leaning closer. 

She didn't respond, pretending to still be asleep. 

Leo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know why you always make things so difficult," he muttered. 

Quinn's heart clenched. His words, paired with the message from Sophia, solidified the walls she was beginning to build around herself. 

Leo stayed by her side the entire night, unaware that Quinn was fully awake, her mind churning with thoughts of betrayal, disappointment, and the growing distance between them.