"The match over there has already ended."
Albert picked up the Communication Bookmark and glanced at the message that had just appeared, reminding the girl in his arms that it was time to get up.
"It was much shorter than I expected."
Hermione looked up at Albert with particular resentment, lazily rising from the bathtub and letting droplets slide down her faintly flushed skin. After reaching for a towel beside her and wrapping it around herself, she also took another one and tied it around Albert.
"We have plenty of time." Albert stroked Hermione's damp hair in comfort.
"Next time you comfort someone, remember to phrase it differently." Hermione kissed Albert on the lips and reminded him in a resentful tone.
If Albert did not run off everywhere, the two of them truly would have plenty of time for private dates.
But once Albert took his family around the world, how could he still spare the attention for her? And they would be separated for a long time because of it.
For lovers who had only just fallen passionately in love, that was undoubtedly a terrible torment.
In truth, with Hermione's intelligence, she had long seen through Isobel's open scheme. But the moment she chose to become Albert's lover, she no longer had any choice.
After all, even if she held a status equal to Albert's wife, she was ultimately not his wife in name. Her identity could never be brought into the open.
"What's wrong?"
Albert noticed the subtle change in Hermione.
He had realized some things as well, but reality was what it was, and there was not much he could say.
"Nothing."
When Hermione met Albert's concerned gaze, she opened her mouth, then changed the subject.
It was obviously impossible to ask Albert not to leave Britain,