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

when she stared at someone, Quinn

her. Initially, Quinn wasn't used to it, but gradually, she grew

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. "Come

Abigail upstairs to a room at the corner of the

of the coffee shop,

she

so she opened this coffee shop as a

stool. "Don't move. Your job today is to be my

sat still on the

Quinn as a model and had painted many

noon, a heavy rainstorm began outside. The rain pattered against the windows, creating a serene atmosphere inside the room. Due to the rain, more customers came in, making the downstairs busy. Abigail and Quinn had to stop painting

Abigail, as the boss, had to assist

on Quinn to accompany her