Coffee

The body lying weakly on the bed continued to attract Chris, who was sitting beside her. Breaths were repeatedly heard faintly, with a hand that continued to gently rub the head of the woman who was looking at him.

"I'm sorry, because of me, your work has been delayed." Agatha felt guilty that Chris had stayed by her side all this time.

Chris sighed with a faint smile. "No problem, babe. I can continue tomorrow."

"But you really want to finish it tonight, right?"

"No, it's okay. Your health comes first. Besides, why are you still insisting on drinking that black coffee when you can't drink it?"

Agatha was silent. She did have a history of not being able to tolerate bitter black coffee in her stomach. Agatha has a history of Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS).

"Sorry, I was just curious how it tasted, since you're going to drink it too. I didn't expect that my body would react immediately, even though I only tried one spoonful earlier."

Chris sighed heavily. "Next time, don't be like that