Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 679 Rewarding You

The act of feeding indeed seemed overly intimate between the two of them. Rowen didn't think much of it when he picked up the grape, nor did Celine when she opened her mouth to receive it.

When the two of them came to their senses, Celine's face instantly turned red.

The first time Rowen touched a girl's lips, he only felt they were soft and warm. It was as if his fingertips were slightly scalded, and a strange feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

He glanced at Celine, his gaze landing on her flushed cheeks, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Does she blush so easily?

“Is it sweet?” he asked.

The grape was still in Celine's mouth, untouched by her teeth. Naturally, she had no idea whether the grape was sweet or not.

Upon hearing Rowen's question, she snapped back to reality, biting into the grape in her mouth.

The grape was sweet.

Celine glanced at Rowen and replied softly, “Sweet.”

“All right. I have something to attend to. I'm going back to my room. You go ahead and eat.” Seeing that her voice had softened, Rowen also felt a bit embarrassed. He got up, picked up his chair, and returned to his own room.

Closing the door behind him, he glanced down at the pad of his index finger, unable to resist giving it a little rub.

Those captivating eyes dimmed slightly. Her lips are truly soft. Are they even softer when kissed? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Realizing what he was thinking, Rowen scolded himself, collected his thoughts, and logged into a game on his phone. Linnie isn't online? Well, Celine is clearly a student who loves to study. How could she possibly play games before finishing her homework?

Upon seeing him come online, Irving quickly sent a team invitation.

Rowen directly refused, finding it pointless, and quit the game again.

Irving stared as the profile picture, which was lit up just a second ago, suddenly dimmed. He was completely stunned.

The next day, when Rowen woke up and saw his own bedsheet, he was completely shocked. He quickly ran out, grabbed a bottle of juice, and poured it onto the bedsheet. He then took off the bedsheet, rolled it up, and set it aside.

Thinking about the words he exchanged with Celine the night before, Rowen blushed as he stared at his bedsheet.

Celine's alarm clock, set for seven o'clock, went off. Upon waking, she noticed that the washing machine in the third-floor laundry room was in operation.

She found it odd because the housekeeper always took care of the dirty laundry at home, and she would wash it regularly at three in the afternoon. The housekeeper wouldn't come up to do the laundry early in the morning.

After Celine finished freshening up, she stepped out, only to see Rowen emerging from the room across.

“Hey, Rowie.”

Rowen nodded. “Find me after breakfast.”

“All right,” she responded, but she was still curious about the washing machine in the laundry room.

Rowen watched as she passed the staircase and continued walking. His face stiffened momentarily when he asked, “Where are you going?”

Celine turned around, blinked at him, and said, “It seems like there's a problem with the washing machine in the laundry room.”

“No issues there. I'm just washing some stuff.”

“Oh!” Feeling a bit embarrassed under the gaze, Celine said, “I'm going downstairs for breakfast. Have you had yours, Rowie?”

Rowen didn't have breakfast. He woke up early in the morning to change and wash the bedsheet, so he didn't have time to go downstairs for breakfast. “Not yet.”

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, as if something had occurred to him. “Could you bring me a cup of milk and two pieces of toast later?”

He knew he had to send her away quickly. If she became curious about what he was washing, he wouldn't know how to explain himself.

“Oh! In that case, I'm going to have breakfast!”

“Okay,” Rowen responded. Instead of returning to his room, he watched Celine descend to the second floor. Once she had left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, he chose the quick wash mode, so the sheets were cleaned in just twenty minutes.

Rowen moved the sheets from the washing machine into the dryer. After Celine finished breakfast and came upstairs, he had just returned the sheets to the room and stuffed them into the wardrobe.

“Rowie?” The door was tightly shut, and Celine was unsure whether Rowen was still sleeping.

Soon, the door swung open, and Rowen asked, “Are you already done with breakfast?”

Celine passed the plate over, saying, “Yes.”

She ate a bit faster than usual, but she still had her fill.

Rowen took the tray. “Thanks. Bring the papers over.”

“No rush, Rowie. Have your breakfast first, then call me when you're done.”

Rowen glanced at her. “I can eat very quickly.”

“All right, then.”

Knowing there was no other choice, Celine went back to her room to fetch the papers and notebooks.

Rowen was indeed a fast eater. She had only gone back to her room to fetch some papers, and he had already drunk half of his milk and eaten one piece of toast.

Celine was worried that he might not have enough to eat, so she specifically got three pieces of toast for him. Yet, it seemed like three might not be enough for him.

Seeing her standing foolishly at the door, Rowen raised an eyebrow and asked, “What's the matter? What's stopping you from entering my room?”

Celine realized she was in an awkward situation and quickly dragged her chair to go inside.

“Take another look at the question. This is an advanced version of the multi-part question from last week's exercise book. The problem-solving approach is very similar. It's just a bit more tedious,” he said.

“Oh. Let me think about it.”

Upon Rowen's reminder, Celine looked at the question again and realized that it did indeed bear some resemblance to the one they had tackled the week before.

The question type was very similar, but there were fewer given conditions.

Celine couldn't help but glance at Rowen again. He could easily solve it if it were him, even with one less known condition.

However, it was different for her. When the questions became more convoluted, she would get stumped.

Noticing her gaze, Rowen curved his lips slightly, stood up, and washed his hands in the bathroom.

When he came out, Celine was sitting at his desk, frowning. She held a pen in her hand, absentmindedly waving it around. She was looking down at the test paper, but it was unclear whether she was thinking about how to proceed or simply lost in thought.

He walked over to sit down. “Do you have any ideas yet?”

Celine was filled with awkwardness. “There's a condition missing.”

“Not bad. I know there's a condition missing.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the given conditions she had written in her workbook, nodding in satisfaction. “When you can't think of a solution right away, can't you try thinking in reverse?”

Celine was taken aback for a moment, somewhat unable to react in time. “What? How does one think in reverse?”

“Just consider the conditions you've requested as given. Can't you then reverse-engineer what other

conditions need to be met?”

Celine suddenly realized something. “You're so impressive, Rowie.”

Rowen clicked his tongue lightly. “It's because you're too poor at math.”

With Rowen's guidance, Celine managed to solve the problem, albeit with some difficulty.

She was somewhat incredulous, never imagining she could actually solve such a difficult multi-part question.

“Rowie, I've done it. Is this correct?” she asked.

“Good job. As a reward, you get two bonus multi-part questions.”

Rowen spoke as he casually pulled out Three-Year Past University Entrance Exams from the top of the bookshelf. He circled two multi-part questions and said, “Try these. It will help improve your knowledge.”

“Oh.” Celine looked at him. I'm not even sure if I can finish it before lunch! Argh!