Love Unspoken

Quinn turned to look at the speaker.

It was Abigail Vanderbilt, lazily leaning back in her chair, surrounded by a pleasant scent of perfume.

She was the boss of this coffee shop and also Quinn's friend.

Abigail was tall, standing at about 1.78 meters, with short hair, dressed in a black t-shirt and casual pants. When she didn't speak, many mistook her for a guy.

During Quinn's interview, Abigail playfully pinched her cheeks, startling Quinn. It wasn't until Abigail spoke that Quinn realized she was a woman.

Setting down the tablecloth, Quinn smiled and signed to her, "I'm used to it."

Abigail watched Quinn's fingers and noticed her reddened eyes, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Abigail was Quinn's friend; she knew the hardships and injustices Quinn had endured in this marriage.

Handing Quinn the coffee she made, Abigail said, "This is your favorite coffee, freshly brewed. See how it tastes."

Quinn thanked her and took a sip of the milk tea.

It tasted wonderful!

spread across Quinn's

fair complexion, when she stared at someone, Quinn resembled a helpless little

why Abigail liked pinching her. Initially, Quinn wasn't used to

was a

saying, she even watched videos to learn sign language. Now, she could understand most of Quinn's signs. Suddenly, Abigail grabbed Quinn and led her upstairs.

upstairs to a room

being the boss of the coffee shop, Abigail was also a

title because she hadn't sold a single painting

to study art, so she opened this coffee shop as a cover

Abigail pressed Quinn onto a stool. "Don't move. Your job

sat still on the

a model and had painted

passed, nearing noon, a heavy rainstorm began outside. The rain pattered against the windows, creating a serene atmosphere inside the room.

Abigail, as the boss,

to accompany her