Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 663 What Are You Thinking

“We're here.” When Rowen's voice echoed from behind, only then did Celine come back to her senses.

He rode his bike while she sat on the crossbar at the front of his motorcycle. His every breath brushed against her hair closely and clearly. Throughout the journey, she sat there almost completely still, her body rigid.

Upon hearing his words, Celine quickly jumped off the vehicle.

It was only then that she realized Rowen had brought her to the riverside.

There were quite a few people by the river on the weekend. However, compared to the bustling Lovebirds Street, the riverside seemed much more empty and serene.

Rowen locked the car. “Didn't you want some peace and quiet?”

Celine paused for a moment. “Ah, oh, t-thank you.”

Rowen didn't respond. He took out his phone and walked over to a lounge chair and settled down.

A row of trees lined the riverbank, with leisure chairs nestled under their shade. As the river breeze passed by, it brought a refreshing coolness.

Celine walked up to the railing by the river. The sun at three in the afternoon was particularly dazzling. As she was away from the shade of the trees, she found the heat unbearable after standing there for just a short while.

Rowen glanced at her, a look flickering in his captivating eyes slightly. Just as he was about to approach her, he saw her walking back toward him.

Celine returned, glanced at Rowen, hesitated momentarily, and sat down next to him.

Although, she chose to sit at the very end of the lounge chair. The furniture was one meter and twenty centimeters long, which meant there was a gap of seventy to eighty centimeters between them.

On her journey there, she had actually calmed down quite a bit.

She took out her phone and saw a few messages from Harper telling her to rest well.

Celine pursed her lips, wanting to explain, but every word she typed was eventually deleted by her.

In the end, Celine didn't explain anything and exited the chat page. She looked down at her phone, unsure of what to do next.

In a moment of distraction, her pinky accidentally tapped on the game icon. Its sudden startup sound startled Celine.

She looked at Rowen in embarrassment, only to find him listening to music through his wireless earphones with closed eyes.

Celine breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the game login page. Then, she realized that it had been a while since she last logged into the game.

Since there was nothing much for her to do, and she was still feeling all messed up, she decided to play a round.

It had been over a week since she last logged into the game. The profile picture of her friend, Xen, was still dark.

Celine had reached King rank, thanks to Xen. After playing the game for a while, she was no longer the novice she once was. However, her skills clearly did not match her rank.

Luckily, she played as a support, and she kept in mind what Xen had told her. Although she might not play exceptionally well, she was not too bad either.

However, without Xen, who always carried her, Celine lost two games in a row playing as a support.

If she lost one more game, she would be demoted from King rank.

After Rowen rested his eyes for a moment, he opened his eyes and noticed Celine was being unusually quiet. As such, he glanced at her and saw her engrossed in a mobile game.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the ID above the hero operated by Celine. The name “Linnie” instantly caught his eye.

Rowen was taken aback for a moment before he stared at Celine. A strange feeling welled up in his heart. Well, what a coincidence.

His stare was too conspicuous, resulting in Celine blushing. Inadvertently, she felt as if she could die from embarrassment.

Celine lifted her head, looking at Rowen with embarrassment. “I... I had nothing to do.”

“Mhm,” Rowen responded nonchalantly as if he didn't care at all about what she was doing.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Celine played absentmindedly for the next ten minutes. Unsurprisingly, she lost the game, and her rank dropped from King to Duke. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She exited the game immediately, holding her slightly warm phone. “I'm feeling much better now, Rowie. Thanks.”

Upon hearing her call him “Rowie,” Rowen felt an indescribable emotion stirring within him. His captivating eyes flickered slightly as he asked, “Let's head home?”

Celine glanced at the bicycle parked behind her. “I... I think I'll take the bus back.”

“Do you really think there's a bus that'll take you back from here?” scoffed Rowen.

Celine felt her cheeks flush. Looking at Rowen, she hesitated before speaking. “It doesn't feel right, Rowie...”

Rowen could hear the rejection in her words. Throughout his life, it had always been him turning down girls. As such, he found Celine ungrateful. “What are you thinking about?”

Feeling inexplicably guilty while being stared at by him, Celine casually made up an excuse. “It wasn't very comfortable riding with you.”

After glancing at his bicycle, he stated, “I'll call us a taxi.”

He wasn't a busybody. However, if anything happened to Celine on her way back, he'd have to face Katherine.

In the end, Rowen hailed a taxi for them. He put the bicycle in the trunk before they returned home in the automobile.

It was just past four in the afternoon when the duo returned to the Lewis residence. Katherine and Joshua had already gone out, and Lewinn, who had a club activity at school during the weekend, was not at home either.

Celine changed her skirt to wear a lotus-pink collared shirt and shorts.

It was merely a midterm exam, not the university entrance exam. Hence, she still had plenty of homework to tackle.

Celine took out her math test paper from her backpack. She and Harper had been getting math tutoring from Allan recently. Therefore, solving math problems was much easier for her compared to before. At least she could handle the basic ones.

Upon hearing the knocking on the door, Celine was somewhat taken aback.

In response, she put down her pen, stood up, and opened the door. Seeing Rowen standing at the doorway, she was taken aback. “Rowie?”

“What is this week's homework?” asked Rowen.

Celine was taken aback momentarily. Then, she stuttered, “For l-literature class, we need to memorize The Twenty-Second of December. There's also a small test for the class. For Math, there's a big test coming up. For Ustranasion class, I need to read the seventh issue of the newspaper. As for p-physics —”

Before she could finish speaking, Rowen directly interrupted her. “Show me your homework list.”

Celine glanced at him then turned to her desk to hand him her homework list.

The handwriting on the notebook was neat and elegant, fitting Celine's character.

After reading for a while, Rowen returned it to her. “Thank you.”

As he spoke, his gaze landed on the math papers on her desk. “Having trouble with the multi-part questions?”

Celine felt awkward. It wasn't that she was completely clueless. It was just that her thinking process was particularly slow.

Seeing her remain silent, Rowen raised an eyebrow. “Come out. I'll teach you.”

“Huh? Oh.” Celine was naturally happy that someone would teach her.

After staring at Rowen's retreating figure for a few seconds, she quickly turned around, grabbed her math papers, and followed him.

Only Rowen and Celine were left in the vast villa, apart from the housekeeper. The housekeeper was usually only on the first and second floors. The third floor was where Celine's room was located. With Lewinn absent, the entire third floor was occupied by only Rowen and her.

Rowen opened the juice on the table, tilted his head back, and gulped most of it. He then sat on the couch, arms spread out casually as he leaned back. “What part don't you understand?”

Celine hesitated for a moment but eventually sat down next to him. “I'm unsure how to prove this is an isosceles triangle.”

Rowen leaned slightly forward, staring at the question for a few seconds. The question was simple, and he knew how to solve it at a glance.

Just as he wished to remark she was stupid, he noticed the anticipatory look in her eyes. As such, he changed his words. “Give me the pen.”