Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 667 Is He Not Callous

Chapter 667 Is He Not Callous

A blush crept up Celine's face, and she dared not argue with Harper anymore. She lowered her headand gazed at the tips of her white shoes, noticing they were slightly dirty.

Harper had been interacting with Celine for over a month then, so she had come to understand thelatter's personality.

At the silence presently, she knew that Celine was feeling guilty.

She harrumphed. “Don't think I'm oblivious to it. The two of you didn't go home straight on Saturday,huh?”

Harper had been itching to gossip about the events on Saturday, but she held herself back uponrecalling Celine's tear-streaked face and embarrassed expression.

Nearly two days had passed since everything happened, so she felt that there were some things sheneeded to confront.

Of course, she was not saying that she wanted to ask Celine what exactly was going on right then.

Instead, she simply wanted to indulge in some gossip.

Celine had not expected Harper to continue pursuing the matter and felt downright embarrassed. “I wasin a bad mood that day.”

“Rowen consoled you?”

Harper's eyes went wide, and she gaped at Celine in disbelief.

Celine shook her head. “No.”

Glancing at Harper, she added, “Rowie said he doesn't know how to console people.”

“Rowie?” Goosebumps rose all over Harper when she heard that. “Your way of addressing him is quiteunique.”

Celine was already feeling embarrassed. She flushed even redder when Harper teased her.

“If you keep this up, I'm not talking to you anymore!”

“Hey! No, please! I was wrong, and I apologize!”

Hugging her, Harper laughed cheerily. “Where did you two go that day? Don't tell me somewherenearby. I went back to look for you both!”

Celine glanced at her. She pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably guilty. “Nowhere much. We just went tothe park by the riverbank.”

“You went to the riverbank, huh?” Harper quirked a brow. “I didn't expect Rowen to actually accompanyyou to the riverbank.”

While saying that, she brought up some of the things Rowen had done in the past and started to gripeabout him.

As Celine listened, she realized that her feelings were somewhat different from before.

She knew that Harper would never lie to her. But hearing the latter talk about Rowen making girls cryeasily, she felt he was not such a person.

“Let me tell you this, Cece. Don't be fooled by his decent appearance. His actions are downrightapathetic! He doesn't know the first thing about cherishing girls. During Grade Eight, the prettiest girlfrom the adjacent class took a fall in front of him. She reached out for a hand from him, but he justignored her and walked right past. Say, isn't he callous?”

Perhaps because she felt there was no hope for her to be with Rowen, but Harper found that she nolonger wore the rose-tinted glasses of her first crush and saw flaws in him everywhere.

Celine pursed her lips without responding to that.

As they walked, Harper chattered away. When they arrived at the bus stop, they did not have to waitlong before the bus arrived.

By the time the second class of the morning ended, the literature test results were released.

The literature teacher of Grade Eleven Class Seven walked into the classroom with a bundle of papersin hand and joy written all over his face. “Well done! Our class has produced the top scorer for theentire grade for the midterm exam this time!”

Class Seven had always been at the bottom when it came to literature. Even at her best, the topliterature student in the class, the class monitor, Rhianne, only managed to rank tenth in the entire

grade.

Now that someone had suddenly topped the literature test, the excitement among the students waspalpable.

Harper was such a gossip that she ran over to Celine right after class and said, “Rhianne is trulyamazing this time. She actually ranked first in the whole grade!”

Celine was not all that familiar with the situation in Class Seven, but she was also happy that aclassmate had ranked first in literature in the entire grade. “Yeah, she's truly amazing.”

Harper looked at Celine, remembering that the latter had only recently transferred to the school.Consequently, she began to fill her in on the situation in Class Seven.

“You might not know this yet, Cece, but our class and Class Three have been alternating at the bottomof the grade in average literature scores. Rhianne has the best literature score in our class, but even ather best, she only ranked tenth.”

Upon hearing that, Celine blinked and said, “Then, she really did a great job this time.”

“Hear, hear!”

No sooner had Harper finished speaking than Rowen came back. She glanced at him and curled herlips before getting up and returning to her seat.

The following two periods were literature class. The teacher had already asked the subjectrepresentative to distribute the test papers.

Right after Rowen had sat down, the subject representative placed his test paper on his desk.

Celine happened to notice a hundred and seventeen written on the paper.

That score was not particularly good, but it was not terribly bad either.

Rowen promptly folded his test paper and set it aside. Just as he was about to get up, he saw Rhianne,handing Celine her test paper with admiration etched across her features. “You scored really high,Celine! A hundred and forty-six!”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Celine reached out to take the test paper. “Thank you, Rhianne.”

She was pretty good at literature, always scoring above a hundred and thirty. Nonetheless, she wassurprised that she scored a hundred and forty-six this time.

In front of her, Isobel frowned upon hearing Rhianne's words. “You must have seen it wrongly, Rhianne.How could she possibly score a hundred and forty-six?”

“It's a hundred and forty-six all right!” Rhianne asserted several seats away.

Her voice was somewhat loud, drawing many eyes toward Celine.

After Rowen had drunk some water, he turned and glanced at Celine beside him, who was blushing.“You're partial to a particular subject?”

At first, Celine did not grasp his meaning. When she gathered her wits about her, she looked at Rowen

in embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Rowen raised an eyebrow. “Your literature is good, so it doesn't matter if you do a bit poorly in math.”

Celine was utterly baffled. She was not sure whether he was trying to comfort her or compliment her.

Before the test papers were fully distributed, the bell rang.

The literature teacher stood at the podium with the report cards, calling out those who did not pass theliterature exam.

In a test paper totaling a hundred and fifty marks, anything less than ninety was considered a fail.

Isobel was the first one to be called out. From several seats away, Harper threw Celine a look.

Celine could not help but lower her head and laugh. After laughing for a moment, she felt somewhatguilty for mocking Isobel in such a manner. To her surprise, when she lifted her head, she found Rowenlooking at her.

She froze for a moment, her hand tightening around her pen.

For the midterm literature exam this time, a total of six students in the class failed. Isobel was one ofthem.

After calling out the students who did not pass, the literature teacher began to talk about those who didwell in the exam. “This time, Celine scored a hundred and six, ranking first in the entire grade. Herscore is six marks higher than the person ranking second! Everyone should learn from her. Her essay

has already been photocopied and circulated. She only lost one point on her essay. I've read her essay,and the originality of her ideas is quite impressive. Her use of classical quotes during her argumentsindicates the vast amount of reading she usually does. Later, I'll distribute copies of her essay for youall to learn from!”

Celine had been praised many times before, but this was the first time for her there, so she blushedslightly.

When the applause began, she seemingly heard Rowen clicking his tongue softly beside her.

On instinct, Celine glanced at him. Unexpectedly, she found that he was already looking at her. Feelingguilty, she quickly averted her gaze.

Her heart started racing increasingly faster.