Don't Be Romantic

At Harry's house, at 5:05 p.m.

"Mother, are you looking at my phone?" Luna walked towards her stepmother's bedroom. She had searched for her cell phone but did not find it there.

Barbara was rushing to put away Luna's phone. She was busy replying to a message from John.

Luna had been standing at the door of her stepmother's room. "Mom."

Barbara saw Luna with a sarcastic look. "Did you intentionally come to my room just to accuse me of stealing your phone, Luna?"

Luna was taken aback and didn't expect her mother to have the heart to ask about it. "I'm just asking because you're the one who packed my things into the bag. Including you also kept my phone."

"I'm just helping you, but you're accusing me."

Luna was increasingly unable to understand her stepmother. She wanted to argue to resuscitate the woman but didn't want any commotion in the house. This girl was forced to give way. "Well, I'll look for that phone again in my room."

Barbara immediately locked the door as Luna left. She