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!

smile spread across Quinn's

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

Initially, Quinn wasn't

a

she could

and followed Abigail upstairs to a room at the corner of the second floor, where colorful paintings

of the coffee shop,

this title because she hadn't sold a single

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

pressed Quinn onto a stool. "Don't move. Your job today is to

sat still on

enjoyed using Quinn as a model and

the room. Due to the rain,

boss, had to assist with

Quinn to