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.

even rules could be bent.The following morning, Kyle arrived to escort Quinn to work.He drove her to a five-star restaurant, directly to the back kitchen, and handed

apologize to Alexander."Before

what Kyle had meant. This wasn't Alexander arranging employment for her. It was retribution. Yet, she was at a loss as to what she had done to deserve it.'Perhaps it's because I interrupted his video call with Getty last night,'

brimming with more to come.In the bustling restaurant, a mountain of dishes was the norm.Linda outlined the dishwashing procedures. She was to wash them three times, sterilize them, and if she broke

herself and Juliet, so she steeled herself and got

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, Quinn

the pile of dirty dishes multiplied. Alone, Quinn couldn't keep pace. As the hours ticked by, all ten of her fingers turned white and wrinkled, aching at the slightest touch. Linda kept pressuring her, hastening her more, only adding to