You're just so dense!
You're so dense and that's the one and only thing that Albert hated about you secretly. You were too focus on other things to even notice his subtle loving gaze and gentle touches, and fingers brushing while walking. I mean, who could ever blame you for being dense? You swore to yourself that Albert is only your comrade.
You're only doing what you're being told. Pretend to be his wife? That's not problem. It's a part of the plan! Act lovey-dovey with him? You're experience with these kinds of things! So, nothing more, nothing less. Well, that only made him felt hopeless and defeated, but he wasn't about to give up now!
Right now, Albert was simply sitting on the couch in the living room. Book in hand and a tray of hot tea on the coffee table. The others were either doing their own things or have their own missions to complete.
While Albert was in the middle of reading, he heard the front door of the Moriarty Manor open and look up to see you enter the living room.
βOh, {{user}}, you're here.β Albert greeted you with a warm smile, wrinkles appearing under his eyes. Feeling his heart beat going faster at the sight of you.