Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 688 Too Talkative

It had been a while since Harper rode a bicycle. She was swerving all over the place. Celine, sitting at the back of the bicycle, nearly fell off several times.

Thankfully, after walking for a while, Harper finally got the hang of it.

“Hang on tight. I'm about to speed up!”

As Harper spoke, she really did pick up her pace.

On a summer night, the breeze that blew was refreshingly cool. Celine couldn't help but smile as she watched Harper in front of her.

The distance of over eight hundred meters was covered in just over two minutes.

Harper hit the brakes, panting as she turned to look at Celine. “Cece, are we going fast enough?”

“Yeah.”

Celine got out of the car. “Be careful on your way back, Harper.”

“Don't worry, I'll be back soon. You should go ahead!”

As the two were in conversation, something was suddenly tossed at their feet.

Celine looked down and bent over to pick it up, only to realize it was a piece of chocolate.

She found it a bit odd, but Harper had already seen Rowen on the second floor of the mansion.

The Lewis residence was quite large, with a garden spanning several hundred square meters. It was quite a feat for Rowen to be able to accurately toss the chocolates to them without hitting anyone.

Harper curled her lips. “You should go back. Rowen must be waiting for you!”

“Rowie?”

Celine also looked up, and through the distance of more than ten meters, she could barely make out a person standing on the second-floor balcony.

“I'm off now, Cece. See you tomorrow!”

Upon hearing Harper's voice, Celine quickly averted her gaze. By the time she looked back at Harper, she was already far away, riding her bicycle.

Celine watched as Harper's figure gradually faded into the moonlight, a smile playing on her lips. She then took out her key and entered the mansion.

By then, Rowen was the only one left in the mansion.

Lewinn had a competition out of town this weekend, so he wasn't going to be home. Hence, Rowen was alone at home.

As soon as Celine stepped up the stairs, she saw Rowen coming in from the balcony.

She glanced down at the chocolate in her palm. “Rowie, I'm back.”

“Okay,” Rowen responded, “Hannah made some hot cocoa, and it's in the kitchen.”

Celine nodded. “I haven't finished my math homework yet.”

Hearing her words, Rowen lightly clicked his tongue. “You're only coming back now even though you haven't finished your homework?”

Celine looked troubled and said, “I had something to work on.”

“It's eight o'clock.”

Rowen pointed to the wall clock. Celine was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and hurriedly said, “I should go do my homework now.”

As she spoke, she took another glance at Rowen.

Truth was, she had finished all her homework. The remaining few math problems were ones she didn't know how to solve.

But she sensed that Rowen didn't seem to be in a good mood, so Celine didn't dare to speak up.

Seeing that he was no longer speaking, she ascended the stairs.

Thinking about the photo that had already been deleted, Celine returned to her room, still somewhat

excited. She stared at the math book on the table for a long time, unable to remember what she was supposed to do.

It wasn't until the door was knocked that Celine came back to her senses, quickly getting up to answer it.

The door opened, and Rowen came in carrying a tray. On it was a plate of grapes and a cup of hot cocoa.

“Hannah reminded me to tell you to drink the hot cocoa.”

“Thank you, Rowie.”

Celine quickly took the tray and placed it on the desk.

The hot cocoa was still a bit warm. Celine touched the rim of the cup and noticed Rowen looking at the blank spaces on her practice book. She blushed slightly. “Rowie, I only have these few questions left.”

Rowen glanced at her. “You don't know how to do them?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Rowen turned around and returned to his room before coming back to Celine's room, now holding a chair in his hand.

Celine quickly made room for him. Rowen noticed the chocolate on one side—the one he had just thrown down.

Celine didn't come back all day today, and he had no idea what she was doing with Harper to not return until nearly eight in the evening.

If it weren't for him throwing down the chocolate just now, who knew how long the two at the door would have continued chatting before they were willing to part ways.

Tsk. They're already spending time together in and out of school. Do they really have so many things to talk about?

He reached out for the chocolate, fidgeting with it. “Have you finished reading the question?”

Celine glanced at the chocolate in his hand and nodded. “I've finished reading.”

Rowen extended his hand. Celine was taken aback for a moment, not quite catching on. She looked down at the grape she had just picked up, hesitated for a moment, and then placed it in his palm.

Rowen gave her a glance. “I need to write.”

Celine's face instantly turned red. She quickly pulled out a pen from the pen holder on the side of her desk and handed it to him.

“Pencil.”

“Oh. Oh, oh right.”

Celine quickly handed him another pencil.

Rowen popped the grape into his mouth, biting through the skin, and found it to be quite sweet.

He then took a pencil and circled all the conditions before starting to analyze them for her.

Celine was listening attentively. When Rowen suddenly said “grapes,” she thought she misheard him.

Rowen repeated, “Grapes.”

Celine then realized she hadn't misheard him and quickly picked a few grapes to hand to him.

Rowen took the grapes. “Think about the question yourself.”

As he spoke, he handed her the pencil.

Celine picked up the pencil, still warm from Rowen's grip.

She glanced at Rowen subconsciously, only to find that he was also looking at her.

Celine froze for a moment, feeling incredibly guilty. Her hand trembled, causing the pencil to drop under the desk.

Both of them wanted to pick up the pencil. As they leaned over, their heads bumped into each other.

Feeling the pain, Celine let out a soft gasp.

Rowen quickly pulled back. “Did that hurt?”

Celine picked up the pencil and shook her head. “No.”

“Then why did you gasp?” Rowen glanced at her. “Focus on the questions, not me.” From NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon hearing his words, Celine found herself blushing. She lowered her head, focusing on her workbook, not daring to look at Rowen again.

She didn't look up, so naturally, she didn't notice that the young man's ears were also red.

After Rowen helped her analyze each problem, Celine found that she had actually managed to solve them.

For the second question, she patiently deconstructed it to understand it anew. Following the method taught by Rowen, she found herself gradually forming a strategy.

Rowen watched her lower the pencil, his captivating eyes turning crescents. “Have you figured it out?”

Celine nodded. “Yes.”

Because of what was said earlier, she no longer dared to casually look at Rowen anymore.

“The hot cocoa is getting cold,” Rowen reminded.

After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed a handful of grapes.

When he retracted his arm, two grapes fell onto Celine's lap.

Celine was taken aback for a moment, instinctively glancing at Rowen. Rowen, uncharacteristically embarrassed, said, “The grapes are quite sweet.”

Celine picked up the two grapes that had fallen onto her lap, popping them into her mouth. “You're right. They're really sweet,” she commented.

As she spoke, she placed a plate of grapes in front of Rowen. “Rowie, here.”

Rowen became speechless.