Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Harper chose a seat next to Celine. Although they could not be deskmates, they were close to each other.

Isobel, who used to sit in front of Celine, moved to the first seat in the front row, leaving several seats between her and Rowen.

Before school ended, Janice asked everyone to change seats according to the new seating chart. Celine had just moved her desk an inch when Rowen grabbed the corner of her desk from beside her. “Leave it. I'll move it.”

Celine pressed her lips together. “It's not that heavy.”

Even if the desk weighed twice as much as its current weight of twenty kilograms or so, she would still be able to lift it easily.

Rowen's brows furrowed. “I told you to leave it, so just do as I said.”

Upon hearing that, Celine had no choice but to retract her hand.

In front of her, Isobel felt inwardly resentful after witnessing that. “Celine, since Rowen is helping you move your desk, could you ask him to give me a hand too? I can't manage it on my own.”

Although Celine did not particularly like her, they were all in the same class, and classmates were all around them. She did not want to make a scene, so she had no choice but to offer, “I'll help you.”

Having just finished putting her things away, Harper called out, “Cece, come and help me for a while! I can't lift my desk!”

At Harper's holler, Celine hurriedly went over to her.

Isobel slammed her pencil case hard on the desk, glaring at Rowen, who was lifting Celine's desk. She gritted her teeth, envy written all over her face.

Celine no longer paid Isobel any attention but walked over to Harper. “Let me help you with the desk, Harper.”

“I have a lot of books inside, so it's exceedingly heavy. Just help me with my chair. I'll drag the desk over myself.”

She was nothing like Isobel, who had no shame. Seeing how petite Celine was, she could never bring herself to ask her for help in lifting the desk.

As she spoke, she was already pushing the table over.

Many students' seats remained the same. Irving did not do well in the exam, so he had no other option but to stay where he was.

No sooner had the seats been changed than the bell signaling the end of class rang.

Standing on the podium, Janice reminded them of some things to be mindful of over the weekend. Without dragging the class out, she let them out early.

Harper was quite pleased with her new seat. Although she was separated from Celine by an aisle, they could easily reach each other with a stretch of the arm, making passing notes during class a breeze.

Of course, knowing Celine's obedient nature, she believed the latter would never pass notes to her during class.

The moment Janice said the class was dismissed, Celine subconsciously looked at Rowen beside her. “Are you leaving now?”

Rowen casually packed a few books before nodding. “Yeah,” he replied.

Hoisting his backpack onto his shoulders, he promptly climbed out from the open window.

Seeing that, Irving quickly cried out, “Wait for me, Rowen!”

Celine glanced at Rowen, who had made his way out to the corridor in a flash. She blinked, for she was planning to get up to make room for him.

At the side, Harper had also finished packing up. “I'm ready, Cece. Let's go!”

Celine quickly withdrew her gaze and bobbed her head. “Oh, okay.”

She had also finished packing up. Zipping up her backpack, she got to her feet and hoisted it onto her shoulders before leaving the classroom with Harper.

There was still quite a bit of homework to do during the weekend. On the way home, Harper and Celine made plans to buy a gift for Allan tomorrow morning and visit the library to do their homework together in the afternoon.

Naturally, Celine had no objections. She had hardly ever wandered around the town before, so Harper's arrangements were much better than her going around aimlessly.

“Sure!”

She nodded in agreement. Clutching the strap of her backpack, Harper regarded Celine with her head tilted a fraction.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed under her scrutiny, Celine could not help but raise her hand to touch her cheek. “Is there something on my face, Harper?”

“No, it's just that I suddenly noticed that your eyelashes are really long. Did you use some sort of eyelash growth serum?”

Celine pursed her lips in embarrassment. “No.”

Harper clicked her tongue. “I knew it! You're just naturally beautiful. I'm so envious!”

Celine was rarely praised. She was aware of her good looks, but a pretty face did not always garner compliments. Moreover, those people would never want to flatter her anyway.

She flushed, growing somewhat flustered. “You're also very beautiful, Harper.”

Celine was not lying. From the first moment she laid eyes on Harper, she found the latter incredibly beautiful.

Harper was tall and fair, with distinct and exquisite features. Her face was a tad chubby, making her appear even more youthful and bubbly.

Harper laughed. “I know! After all, good-looking people would naturally have good-looking friends!”

It was six o'clock in the evening, but the sun had yet to set. Nonetheless, the sunlight had become much gentler. As the two of them walked along the road in the mansion area with umbrellas overhead, their shadows were elongated behind them.

Celine turned and glanced at Harper in front of her. She could not resist taking out her phone and snapping a picture of their shadows.

Upon seeing that, Harper asked, “What are you snapping?”

Celine handed her phone to her, saying, “Shadows. They're our shadows!”