Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 673 What Are You Still Doing Here

Rowen threw her a side-eye. “How troublesome.”

The embarrassed Celine glanced down at her notebook.

“If there isn't any problem, you can go back now.”

“Ah, all right then. I'll head back now.”

Once Celine returned to her room, she neatly put away her math papers before going to take a shower.

It was just past nine o'clock when she finished her shower, which was still very early.

As she lay in bed with her phone in hand, it suddenly occurred to her that it had been a long time since she last logged into the game. She wondered if Xen had been looking for her.

After a moment of hesitation, she logged into the game.

As soon as she logged in, she received Xen's invitation to join a team.

Having gotten used to it, Celine clicked to accept it.

However, this time, Xen did not immediately start the game after she had entered the team formation page.

Instead, he sent a message in the team chat: Why haven't you been online recently?

After Celine explained that she had an exam, he asked her how it went.

She felt somewhat embarrassed as she replied: I did okay but didn't do well in math.

Xen: Why not ask your classmates who are good at math for help if you're struggling?

Celine: Yes, I've been going to ask a student from the advanced class for help with my friends every day after school.

Xen: Student from another class? I'm not sure that's a good idea. They have their own study schedules. Won't this disturb them?

Celine was taken aback. I don't think I've thought about this before. The teaching pace of the advanced class seems to differ from ours. Allan has to spend half an hour every day after school explaining problems to us. This does take up quite a bit of his time.

Celine: You're quite right.

Soon after she sent the message, Xen inquired: Isn't there anyone in your class who is good at math?

Celine: Yes, there is.

Rowen is excellent in math and is top of the whole grade.

Xen: Why don't you just ask your classmates who are good at math? Math is about understanding, not about rote memorization.

Xen: Is your deskmate also bad at math?

As Celine typed rather slowly, she had not finished typing when she saw his question, so she had no choice but to delete the original content and reply: No. My deskmate is really good at math, the best in our grade.

Xen: Why aren't you making use of the teacher you have? What are you thinking?

Celine awkwardly replied: My deskmate doesn't really like being disturbed by others.

Xen: So he doesn't teach you when you ask him questions?

Celine gave it some thought and realized it was not the case. It's just that I seldom asked him. I think he was the one who took the initiative to teach me every time.

With this in mind, she felt that Rowen did not seem so unapproachable after all.

Xen: That settles it. After all, shouldn't you have a thicker skin when asking others for help?

Celine: Yes, you're absolutely right.

Xen: I'm starting the game.

He suddenly changed the subject, leaving Celine somewhat unable to keep up.

After two rounds, Xen asked if she would be online the next day before logging off. After some thought,

Celine replied: No. I don't usually play games much except on weekends.

Xen: Okay.

After sending that, Xen exited the team formation page.

When Celine exited the page, she found that Xen's profile picture had already gone dark.

Rowen logged out of the game without further ado and stared at the Ustranasion textbook on his desk, scoffing lightly.

After all that I've said, Celine wouldn't still go to that fool Allan for math tutoring, would she?

Meanwhile, Celine thought that Xen had a point. After all, we'll be in Grade Twelfth in a few months. Even though Allan is a straight-A student, he, too, has his study plan. My daily visits to Allan with Harper are interfering with his studies.

Celine held her phone, intending to discuss the matter with Harper. However, noticing the late hour, she reluctantly put away her phone, deciding to talk to the other girl about it the next day.

When Celine stepped out of her room the following morning, Rowen just happened to emerge from his room across from hers with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Upon seeing him, Celine instinctively remembered Xen's suggestion the night before.

She pursed her lips slightly before saying, “Good morning, Rowie.”

“Mm.”

Rowen raised an eyebrow, then took the lead in walking downstairs.

Since Lewinn did not return home last night, he naturally could not give Celine a ride to Harper's house that morning.

After finishing her milk, Celine looked at Rowen, who sat across from her, and said, “I'm off to school now, Rowen.”

It would take her around four to five minutes to walk over.

Rowen picked up the backpack beside him and stood up. “I'll send you there.”

His words were brief and to the point. He said it as a statement, not as a question.

When Rowen finished speaking, he had already disappeared at the staircase.

He was already standing at the entrance with his bicycle, waiting for Celine when she arrived downstairs. “Get on.”

As this was not her first time getting a lift from him, she was much more composed than the day before and steadier when she stepped on the pegs.

“Are you steady now?”

The hand on Rowen's shoulder felt as if it was not there at all, prompting him to glance back at her.

Celine felt a blush creep up her face as she met those captivating eyes. “Yes,” she replied.

She quickly placed her other hand on his shoulder as well.

Seeing that, Rowen finally mounted his bicycle and began to pedal forward.

With the experience of the day before, Celine prepared herself this time before he stopped the bicycle, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly.

Hence, when the bicycle came to a stop, she finally did not crash into Rowen.

Celine breathed a sigh of relief and hopped off the bicycle from one side. “Thank you, Rowie.”

Harper hasn't come out yet. She must have overslept again.

Rowen glanced at her. “Where's Harper?”

“She probably overslept.”

As they were talking, Harper rushed out in a flurry. First, she hugged Celine and apologized for oversleeping. Then, she turned to Rowen, raising an eyebrow. “What are you still doing here?”

Rowen scoffed, then rode off on his bike.

Harper stared at Rowen's retreating figure and clicked her tongue. “You didn't get scolded by him when you went home last night, did you?”

Celine was somewhat puzzled. “Why would he scold me?”

“Out of anger, of course! Furious out of embarrassment and jealousy!”

Celine pressed her lips together awkwardly. “No, not at all. Rowie even explained the last math problem to me once again.”

“Tch.”

Harper snorted softly. “Who would have thought.”

Celine glanced at Harper. Recalling Xen's remarks from the night before, she hesitated momentarily before asking, “Harper, do you think we might be disrupting Allan's studies by asking him to tutor us in math every day?”

While munching on a doughnut, Harper asked, “Is that what Rowen told you?”

Celine blushed slightly. “No.”

Why is Harper so sure that Rowen likes me?

“Ah,” was Harper's response.

She took another sip of milk before saying, “I don't think so. Allan's grades have always been good. Of course, he's never been able to outdo Rowen.”

“But we're almost in Grade Twelfth, and he spends over half an hour with us every day after school, so his review plan—”

After giving it some thought, Harper concluded that the other girl had a valid point, but then she said, “If we don't seek his help, who else can we turn to? Surely we can't ask Rowen, right? Ah. You can go to him. I'll ask my mom to hire a home tutor!”

Harper thought it was a good idea, but if Celine did not join her, her motivation to study would wane a little.