Love Unspoken

Orion nervously and eagerly awaited her response. Quinn blinked, her hand pausing in midair. This was something she was unfamiliar with. Quinn had no memory of this word, and she was unsure how to sign it in sign language.

Seeing the dilemma on her face, Orion sighed disappointedly. But then he perked up and gently said, "Would you like me to teach you?" Quinn nodded.

Quinn said, "Like this, this gesture means husband."

Quinn stared at his fingers, mimicking his movements, gesturing the word husband.

Orion was instantly delighted. He excitedly grabbed Quinn's wrist. "You gesture it two more times."

Following his instructions, Quinn gestured a few more times.

Orion was overjoyed, happiness shining through his eyes. Even though she didn't speak, Orion remembered her voice.

So when Quinn gestured this word, Orion imagined her voice.

Orion suddenly understood why Alexander was having trouble letting go. Teaching her little by little was so fulfilling.

Orion gazed at the young girl he had raised on his own, who clung to him every day. He felt an indescribable joy, a truly magnificent feeling.

Despite the darkness of the sky, Orion's smile radiated as brightly as the sun.

at Orion's smile and

them were smiling, looking like a

rain. Orion's smile momentarily froze, and

"Let's

hand to shield Quinn's head from the rain. Just

vegetation, creating a sound

world outside in the rain, subconsciously

a friendly reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.org, you might be

looked at her leaning body,

behave the same

forgotten everyone, leaving her feeling completely isolated. She latched onto anyone who showed her kindness, depending on them with all

if it were

with Quinn all these years, would she have felt the same affection for him as she did for Alexander? Orion's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator. He shook himself out of

sense. She recognized the elevator, understood

first, but now he understood. There was a distinction between being five years

was suffering from amnesia,

snacks on the coffee table

you might be missing out on the

her hands by