His hatred

It's late at night, and I'm missing Aaron utterly. I'm not sure why, God, but I'm missing him so much. I left feeling sorry for him after today's incident. I hear a car's echoes. Aaron enters the home a few minutes later. Over the couch, I'm drumming my fingers. During this, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He gave me a sidelong glance. I instantly averted my gaze. My cheeks began to flush. I took a few steps back and looked around, but I couldn't seem to keep my gaze on him. He walks up the stairs and into his room. After a few moments. I reached for the dining room and turned to see him approaching. At the table, he sat in a head chair. After that, Amy and the other maids arrived and began serving our meal. We're both silent; he doesn't say anything to me. But I want to talk to him and ask him how his day was, but I know he won't want to talk to me. I press my lips together, embarrassed to be around him. He stood to go after dinner, giving me a brief glan