Love Unspoken

Abigail had arranged to meet at her café, and she arrived together with Quinn.

Quinn sat by the window, her eyes fixed on the wound on Abigail's forehead. She felt a bit uneasy, thinking, 'Alexander won't let me see Abigail. If he knows, he'll be mad.'

Abigail thought she was nervous and soothingly patted her shoulder, smiling, "Chill. I'll do the talking."

Quinn forced a smile while staring at the smile on Abigail's face.

She had been terribly lonely for years. Other than Alexander, she had no one. Everyone despised her.

The second she saw Abigail in the club the day before yesterday, Alexander's face when he pushed open the door back that year emerged in her mind. They both burst into her life without warning, shining into her desert-like world like a beam of light.

After they waited for about ten minutes, a figure hurried in from outside. He shook the rain off his umbrella and walked quickly toward them.

Abigail stood up to greet him, "Mr. Cole."

Ellis Cole, around forty years old, was skinny and not exactly tall. With black-rimmed glasses, he seemed quite approachable.

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stood up and bowed

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