Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 692 Rowen Did It On Purpose

News of Harper's fight with Isobel spread throughout the sophomore class in no time.

In the following classes, Harper wished nothing more than to tear Isobel apart.

The smoothie that had stained the school uniform was difficult to wash off once it dried. The summer uniform was already thin, and it became see-through if it got a little wet. Harper couldn't wash off the stain from the smoothie, and she could see it every time she looked down.

The news reached Janice, who specifically called the two individuals out to the corridor for a discussion.

Fortunately, despite her anger, Harper had become much calmer. She was no longer as stubborn as before. She didn't admit to fighting, only confessing that she had a quarrel with Isobel after Isobel splashed her with the smoothie.

Harper, standing next to Isobel, said the two had fought. Hearing Harper's words, Isobel didn't dare to say anything. Janice looked at Isobel and asked, “Is what Harper said true?”

Isobel nodded repeatedly. “Yes. I accidentally spilled some smoothie on her. We had a bit of an argument, but no, we didn't fight, Ms. Strickland.”

Janice glanced at Harper, then at Isobel. “All right. In the future, for small matters, it's better to give each other some leeway. What's the use of quarreling? Now, the whole grade knows that you two had a fight during physical education class, a fight that was so heated it couldn't be resolved. Some people even said you two were physically fighting.”

Harper kept her head down, not saying a word. Isobel also didn't dare to speak. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Janice spoke earnestly for a while, then fell silent. After all, both of them were girls. Even if they really fought, it would just be a bit of pushing and pulling.

“All right. Go back to class,” Janice instructed.

The moment Janice turned around and left, Harper glared fiercely at Isobel. “I'm warning you, Isobel. If you provoke me again, I won't hesitate to bring up your past!”

Harper was not one to dwell on the past. She used to be in the same class as Isobel, and she knew all about Isobel's affairs. But at that moment, they were both in their second year of high school and at a new school. Isobel had essentially started afresh, and Harper didn't want to bring up the past.

Isobel's face stiffened. “I don't want to argue with you either. It's embarrassing.”

“What do you mean, Isobel? Are you taking my kindness for granted?”

Seeing that an argument was about to start again, Isobel quickly ran into the classroom.

Visibly upset, Harper returned to her seat. Just as Celine was about to go and comfort her, Rowen suddenly tugged at her from the side. “What does this word mean?”

Celine had no choice but to shift her gaze back, and upon looking, she said, “It's a verb. It means hunting.”

“Oh.”

No sooner had Rowen responded than the class bell rang.

Celine pursed her lips, waiting until after school to comfort Harper.

This was the final class of the day, a biology lesson. The biology teacher disliked running overtime. As soon as the bell signaling the end of class rang, she announced, “Class dismissed.”

It seemed that Isobel was scared of Harper. As soon as the class ended, she grabbed her backpack and ran off.

Rowen's parents returned from their trip that day and came to the Lewis residence for dinner. Katherine instructed Rowen to tell Celine to return home early.

So, after school, Rowen didn't leave with Irving. He picked up his backpack and stood at the door, waiting for Celine.

Celine quickly tidied up while Harper was moving at a snail's pace. Rowen grew somewhat impatient. “I'll wait for you at the bike shed.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Celine felt a bit embarrassed, but she knew that Harper was in a bad mood.

Harper was doing it on purpose. She had noticed these past few days that Rowen was always subtly trying to prevent Celine from getting close to her.

For instance, when they were going to school in the morning, they recently hadn't eaten breakfast at home. They would buy milk on the way. At times, she would drink too fast and choke a bit because she hadn't finished her toast. When she asked Celine to drink her milk, Rowen would immediately change the subject.

The day before yesterday, when school was over, they met at the entrance of the mansion compound. Coincidentally, there was a vendor selling flavored pretzel pieces nearby. She and Celine each ordered a different flavor, planning to share half with each other. That way, each person could taste two flavors.

That kind of thing was normal among girls, but no sooner had she finished speaking to Celine than Rowen mockingly asked if she was short of money.

In the end, to prevent the two of them from arguing, Celine bought six portions, two flavors for each person.

Before class ended that very day, she had just argued with Isobel and stormed back. Needless to say, she noticed the understanding Celine was about to come over to comfort her. But then, unexpectedly, Rowen started asking about Ustranasion vocabulary.

Hmph! I've never seen Rowen enjoy learning Ustranasion this much before! Right away, Harper knew Rowen did it on purpose.

Harper had been daydreaming throughout the entire class. Thinking about recent events, she found them both annoying and amusing. So, she deliberately took her time packing up. Rowen still stubbornly insists that he doesn't like Cece. Let's see how long Rowen can keep this up!

As soon as Rowen left, Harper's movements sped up considerably.

“Oh.”

No sooner had Rowen responded than the class bell rang.

She quickly stuffed her homework into her backpack, zipped it up, and ran over to hug Celine. “Cece, are Rowen's parents coming over to your house for dinner tonight?”

Celine nodded. “Mrs. Lewis said that Rowie's parents have just returned from a trip.”

Harper had known Rowen for many years. Although they were not very close, she was familiar with Rowen's family affairs. “Rowen's mother is so beautiful, and his father really loves her. Both of them are now retired and spend half of the year traveling around the world!”

Listening to this, Celine felt a bit envious. “Mr. Xenos and Mrs. Xenos really have a great relationship!”

“Of course! Hey, take a good look at Mrs. Xenos tonight. She's gorgeous. I remember back in junior high school, when Rowen's mom came to pick him up once, a classmate's uncle thought she was Rowen's sister. He even asked his nephew to get Rowen to give him her contact information. Rowen's face turned dark on the spot, saying that she was his mom!”

Celine blinked, thinking of Rowen's face. She felt that Harper's words were not exaggerated.

As they chatted and walked downstairs, they had just left the classroom building and circled back toward the bike shed when they ran into Leah.

Leah had been practicing the piano for several years. She participated in a competition a few days prior, and it seemed like she secured a pretty good ranking.

Just after returning, she heard about Harper getting into a fight. Leah was planning to tease her about it the next day, but unexpectedly, she ran into her right after school.

Harper had just made a fool of herself. The last person she wanted to encounter was someone she had a grudge against, especially Leah.

Even though she no longer harbored any romantic feelings for Rowen, she had a bone to pick with Leah. Moreover, Harper couldn't stand the pretentious demeanor of Leah.

But fate had other plans, so they bumped into each other.

“Harper, I heard you had a fight with a classmate. Are you hurt?”

When Leah spoke, her words were of concern, but her tone was sarcastic.

Harper rolled her eyes. “Stop listening to rumors. When have I ever gotten into a fight? As for you, didn't you say you'd definitely win over Rowen before Grade Twelfth? Have you succeeded yet? I'm still waiting!”

These words struck a painful chord in Leah, especially since everyone had been saying that Harper and Rowen had gotten together.

Leah's expression shifted slightly. “I was just joking. Why take it so seriously? You like Rowen so much, so now that you're together, you've got what you wished for.”

Before Harper could speak, a familiar male voice came from the side. “Who said we were a couple?”