You Do Know It's Eleven Pm, right?

Seeing the shock in her eyes, Mr. Robert immediately let go of her. He pinched between his brows as a deep breath exited his nose and she stared at him while squeezing her clothing, which had become wet as a result of the rain falling on them.

"Do...you hate me?" She asked in a very soft tone, and Mr. Robert shut his eyes, unsure of what to answer her. Of course, he doesn't hate her, not even one bit. He still loves her completely, but the anger instilled in him from that accident just couldn't let him let go of the past and return to her. It's just...