Love Unspoken

Patience had worn thin for Alexander, and his words came out as cold as ice. "How can you not know? You have a fondness for dishwashing, don't you? Well, then, go wash them." Quinn's lips tightened, her gaze latching onto him, probing for any hint that he was jesting.

Regrettably, he was not.'This man has a knack for holding grudges. The last time I disappeared for half a month, toiling away at that steakhouse, washing dishes, he didn't even bother to check on me. Now, he's using it as ammunition against me,' Quinn mused.

At times, Quinn found herself envious of Getty. Despite her unofficial status, Getty was the recipient of Alexander's fervent love.

Getty had the freedom to work when she pleased, even had the liberty to become a star if she so desired, and Alexander would back her every step of the way.But Quinn? She was relegated to dishwashing. Quinn gave a slight nod, as if in agreement.Alexander's countenance darkened. "It seems you genuinely take pleasure in that job.""From this point forward, you'll be in charge of your own living expenses, including those of your maid," he proclaimed, before making his way up the stairs.

villa.His departure after changing clothes was unusual, suggesting that even rules could be bent.The following morning, Kyle arrived to escort Quinn to work.He drove her to a

a complicated look, advising, "Quinn, take care of yourself. If things become too difficult, apologize to Alexander."Before Quinn could fully comprehend his implication, Kyle had already taken his leave. Linda approached and gave

you're on dish duty-be quick and don't dawdle, understood?"Quinn suddenly grasped what Kyle had meant. This wasn't Alexander arranging employment for her. It was

was the norm.Linda outlined the dishwashing procedures. She was to wash them three times,

no time for Quinn to quibble over the numbers or ruminate on the impending fatigue. She had to provide for both herself and Juliet, so she steeled herself and got to work.Positioned by the sink

and within an hour, her hands were blanched and beginning to prune.Quinn yearned for gloves, but Linda was too preoccupied to heed her."Hurry up! If we run out of clean dishes, it's on you. And your paycheck will diminish," Linda warned with a stern look before striding off.Biting her lip,

pressuring her, hastening her more, only adding