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

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

Quinn wasn't used to

was a

Now, she could understand most of Quinn's

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

from being the boss of the coffee shop, Abigail was

title because she

parents didn't allow her to study art, so she opened this

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

obediently sat still

a model and had

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

as the boss, had to assist with

to accompany her on the