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

her fair complexion, when she stared at someone, Quinn resembled

Quinn wasn't used

was a terrifying

language. Now, she could understand most of Quinn's signs. Suddenly, Abigail grabbed

quickly put down her coffee and followed Abigail upstairs to a room at the corner of the second floor, where colorful

of the coffee shop, Abigail was also

title because she hadn't sold a single painting

she opened this coffee shop as a cover to secretly

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

obediently sat still on the

using Quinn as a model and had painted many portraits of

windows, creating a serene atmosphere inside the room. Due to the rain, more customers came in,

as the boss, had to

called on Quinn to