Harry Hunter didn't mind the slight pain in his ear at all and hugged her with a smile: "I'm not sneaking a look; I'm looking openly."
"No more looking from now on! I have a right to privacy, and you've never let me see your phone!"
Harry immediately handed his phone to her: "Feel free to look, I've got no privacy with you."
With him being so open, Isabella Weaver didn't even feel the need to look.
But she still didn't want Harry to see her phone because sometimes Zoe Lewis would report Harry's whereabouts to her, and if Harry saw that, who knows if Zoe would even survive it.
Isabella pouted, changed her phone password, shot Harry a glare, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Harry picked up her phone, tried a few combinations, and easily cracked it.
He shook his head, thinking how silly his little wife was, always using their birthdays in different orders—no wonder he could crack it.
