Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 665 Do Not Cry

Rowen looked at the person across from him. Since sitting down to eat, Celine had hardly lifted her head, only picking food from the dish in front of her.

Rowen raised an eyebrow, reached out, and placed his hand next to her plate, tapping on the table. “Do you really dislike me?”

Celine was eating when suddenly a hand appeared in front of her. She was taken aback for a moment, then she heard Rowen's words.

Surprised, she lifted her head to look at Rowen across from her, blinking slightly. “No, not at all.”

“No?”

Rowen hummed lightly, looking at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. It was clear what he meant.

Celine felt her cheeks flush under the gaze, feeling quite embarrassed. She hesitated, biting her lip before finally speaking, “Rowie, don't you prefer... quietness?”

What she really wanted to say was “I thought you don't like having others talk to you,” but when the words came to her lips, she changed her phrasing.

Rowen picked up a piece of beef. “Are you saying that you're afraid to talk to me or ask me questions because I prefer silence?”

Celine didn't say a word, but her expression said it all.

Rowen looked at the person across from him, and for some reason, he felt somewhat stifled. “Wow, you really are smart.”

Celine realized she had made a faux pas, sensing the inexplicable anger from the other party. She bit her fork, not daring to speak again.

Rowen casually took more from the side dishes and finished his meal in just a few bites.

“I'm done.”

He put down his fork, then stood up and went straight upstairs.

The spacious restaurant was left with only Celine. As Celine watched Rowen's retreating figure, she couldn't help but bite her chopsticks.

Did she say something wrong?

But what did she say wrong?

She had been Rowen's deskmate for over a month. Even without Harper's words, she could tell that Rowen was indeed more aloof than other students, and he didn't seem to enjoy being asked for help.

Every time a classmate approached Rowen with a workbook, seeking his help with a problem, Rowen would either stand up and leave directly or pretend to be asleep by resting his head on the desk.

Occasionally during breaks, classmates nearby would discuss some interesting topics. When they addressed Rowen, he generally wouldn't engage in the conversation.

Only when Irving called him would Rowen reluctantly speak.

This was a fact clear for all to see. Celine was always self-aware. She didn't want to guilt-trip Rowen because of her special relationship with Katherine.

He neither liked interacting with others nor did he enjoy responding to their inquiries. So, she tried her best not to disturb him and asked other classmates about things she didn't understand. She didn't have any other intentions; she simply respected his personality.

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After having dinner, Celine tidied up before heading upstairs.

The door to the room across was not fully closed, she could hear the sounds of a game coming out from the room.

Celine stood at the door for a while, waiting until the sounds of the game ceased before she gently knocked on Rowen's door.

Rowen thought that it was Lewinn who had returned. Since his door was slightly ajar, he didn't bother to get up and simply said, “Come in.”

Feeling a bit flustered, Celine hesitated for a second before pushing the door open. “Rowie.”

Upon hearing this voice, Rowen froze, a rare reaction. “Is there something wrong?”

It was Celine's first time entering a boy's room, and she did not dare to look around. She only looked at Rowen, who was sitting diagonally on the bay window. “Rowie, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at speaking. If what I said earlier offended you, I hope you won't mind.”

Rowen felt a rare sense of guilt. He didn't know why he was somewhat upset earlier. Now, listening to Celine's apology, his ears turned slightly red as he replied, “Did you say something that offended me?”

Celine came to apologize, and she didn't expect Rowen to toss the problem back at her. She blinked, her expression bewildered. “Not at all.”

Rowen looked at the person in front of him, finding it amusing that this was the first time he had encountered someone so slow-witted. He chuckled, glanced at his phone, and flipped the screen over. “Have you memorized The Twenty-Second of December?”

“Huh? I-I memorized it.”

“Could you lend me your literature textbook for a bit? I didn't bring mine back.”

Celine paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up slightly as she realized what he meant. “Oh, I see. I'll go get it for you.”

“Mm-hmm,” Rowen responded, tossing his phone onto the bed and rising to walk over to his desk.

Celine quickly brought back the literature textbook and placed it next to the desk. “Here, Rowie.”

Rowen flipped through his literature textbook, casually saying, “Thanks. Do you know how to solve the multi-part math questions for the midterm exam?”

Celine's face turned red instantly. “I'm not quite sure how to do the last two questions.”

He turned his head toward her. “Oh, it's normal. You're not the only one who can't.”

Turning to the page for The Twenty-Second of December, Rowen glanced over and asked, “Have you memorized it yet?”

“No, I'm not familiar with it.”

Celine knew she couldn't stop Rowen from doing whatever he wanted. Every question he posed was beyond her imagination. Standing there, Celine felt the same kind of nervousness she used to feel when she was kept after school by her teacher in elementary school.

“Try recalling it.”

Rowen looked at Celine, noticing that she had a tendency to blush. Her fair skin made the blush all the more noticeable—making her look like a cooked shrimp whenever her face turned red.

He found it amusing, and a rare sense of playfulness sparked within him.

Celine's clenched hand suddenly loosened, causing her to sway slightly. She looked at Rowen, who was visibly embarrassed, and said, “I can't remember the first line, Rowie.”

Due to her embarrassment, her voice was soft and delicate.

Rowen raised an eyebrow. “Wild was the day; the wintry sea.”

Celine didn't know whether it was due to extreme nervousness or simply not having memorized it well enough, but she found herself unable to remember the second line. Standing there, her face flushed red, she admitted, “I haven't memorized it well. I can't remember.”

“Why are you so nervous? I was just asking casually. I didn't memorize it either. Here, take it back and memorize it yourself.”

Celine knew she was too embarrassed to speak. She took her literature textbook and was about to leave, but just as she turned around, she was stopped by Rowen. “Aren't you planning to tell Aunt Katherine about this afternoon's incident?” he asked.

Celine found herself stiffening. She turned around, pleadingly looking at him. “Rowie, can you help me? Can you help me keep this from Aunt Katherine?”

She didn't want to make Katherine suffer any more for the things that have happened.

Rowen wasn't the type to meddle in others' affairs, but Lewinn had entrusted him with the care of Celine. Given the magnitude of today's events, it was surprising that Celine still intended to keep it from Katherine.

He didn't quite agree with this.

“Are those two girls this afternoon your former classmates?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do they often come looking for you?”

Celine pressed her lips together. “Not anymore.”

“What will you do if they come looking for you again?”

This question left Celine at a loss for words. The color drained from her face in an instant. She looked up at him, muttering, “I... I don't know either.”

“If you don't tell Aunt Katherine about this, who do you expect to help you next time if you keep things like this to yourself?”

Rowen's words hit the nail on the head, leaving Celine biting her lip. Yet, her gaze remained stubborn as she said, “I still don't want Aunt Katherine to know.”

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Rowen looked at her reddening eyes and couldn't help but frown. “Don't cry. I'm not good at comforting people.”

The moment he said that, the tears in Celine's eyes seemed to have frozen. She was unsure whether to blink and let it fall, or tilt her head back to let the tear retreat back into her eye.