Love Unspoken

With a casualness that belied the gravity of his decision, Alexander determined the fate of their marriage and, consequently, the course of Quinn's life.After a quick freshening up in the bathroom, Quinn attempted once more to reach Juliet via her cell phone. Her efforts were in vain, however, as there was no response.

Defeated, she curled up on the couch, surrendering to a fitful sleep that lasted until the morning light pierced through her eyelids. Upon waking, Quinn's instincts led her to the kitchen, but there was no sign of Juliet. The profound silence that greeted her was soon replaced by a wave of melancholy.

'The terror of human habits can be quite strange,' she mused to herself. After washing her hands, she began to prepare breakfast. The meal was ready just as Alexander descended the stairs. It was an anomaly for him to eat at home when Juliet was present, but today, he took a seat at the dining table. As was her routine, Quinn served him a bowl of porridge, her gaze fixed on him as he began to eat.

After a few Sebastianfuls, Alexander paused and looked up at her. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

Quinn pursed her lips, her gesture silently asking, 'Should I start working at your office?'

"You don't want to go?" he queried.

"What about Getty?" Quinn continued.

"She resigned," Alexander replied, his tone flat.

So that was it. Getty had left to pursue a career in showbiz, leaving a space by his side for Quinn. But it wasn't an offer, it was charity. 'Should I feel honored?' she wondered. "Just eat," he insisted, dismissing her concerns.

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Quinn hesitated before asking, "Can I... not go?" Alexander's icy stare met her gaze. "What? Got hooked on dishwashing at the restaurant?" he challenged.

Quinn lowered her eyes and gestured, "I'm afraid I'm not up to the task."This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Is it about being capable, or you just don't want to go?"She didn't want to go to work at his company. What could she do there but be a laughingstock when she was a dummy? Without a word, Quinn picked up her bowl and quietly ate the porridge. There wasn't much choice for her anymore. If Alexander said to go, she had to go.

After breakfast, she changed her clothes and accompanied Alexander to the office. Once there, he left her in the care of Kyle. Kyle was somewhat surprised that Alexander had brought Quinn to work at the company. Aside from him and Walter, almost no one knew she was Alexander's wife. If she really started working there, her days wouldn't be easy.

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However, having her around was better than nothing. Quinn at the company was an improvement over Getty. When Getty left, the whole company breathed a sigh of relief. They were close to setting off fireworks in celebration.Kyle took Quinn to HR to sort out her onboarding and appointed her as the new executive secretary, Getty's former position.

Not trusting the head secretary to take care of her, he decided to personally supervise Quinn."From now on at the office, I'll just call you by your first name, Quinn," Kyle instructed. "This was Getty's routine. Have a look first, and message me if you need help understanding anything."

Quinn nodded, taking the folder from Kyle's hands and examining its contents carefully. The job seemed simple enough. It involved managing the day-to-day tasks for Alexander, like tidying his desk, ordering meals, booking flights, and accompanying him to social engagements. But that was it. With nothing else on her plate, Quinn found herself zoning out at her desk. The secretarial pool consisted of five people, including Kyle. The other four couldn't help but steal glances in Quinn's direction.

"They just keep coming, don't they?" they whispered among themselves. To them, it seemed that the newest arrival was just another one of Alexander's lovers, as her predecessor had been. As they speculated, Getty strutted into the office, an air of authority about her. She glanced at her old desk, and as she noticed Quinn, her smile disappeared, replaced by a scowl.

Storming over, Getty slammed her hand down on the desk and snapped, "Who said you could sit here?"