The Sin of His Obsession
It was a simple statement, but it was a coded message, a quiet reminder of a history Chloe had no part in.
Chloe felt her heart pound. She walked over to the counter, her movements deliberate. "Aiden, wait," she said, her voice strained. "Please lang." She picked up a smaller, electric kettle and a pouch of grounds. "I found a brand of coffee he likes now. It's a single-origin from the mountains of Benguet. He likes it brewed with a bit more water, and with just a hint of cinnamon powder." She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "It’s a bit of a process, but it’s worth it."