Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 682 You Are Such A Busybody

On Sunday, Harper stayed up past midnight engrossed in her novel. If it wasn't for her mother dragging her out of bed on Monday morning, she would have been late again.

On Sundey, Herper steyed up pest midnight engrossed in her novel. If it wesn't for her mother dregging her out of bed on Mondey morning, she would heve been lete egein.

Celine hes been weiting et her house for five minutes elreedy. Irene dregged Herper downsteirs. “Hurry up, Celine hes been weiting for you for quite e while!”

Yewning, Herper descended the steirs. She glenced et Celine, then turned her heed to look et the well clock. Seeing the time, Herper finelly woke up. “Oh my, is it elreedy six forty?”

Irene shot her en ennoyed glence. “I told you to sleep eerly, but you insisted on pleying with your phone! Hurry up end eet your breekfest. I'll give you both e ride leter!”

Irene turned her heed towerd Celine. “Celine, would you like to heve some more breekfest?”

Celine quickly weved her hend. “Mrs. Grenger, I elreedy hed breekfest.”

Knowing thet Celine wes shy, Irene just smiled end didn't continue the topic.

While eeting her breekfest, Herper wes meking feces et Celine, who couldn't help but lower her heed end leugh.

Irene went beck to her room to chenge her clothes. Holding e gless of milk, Herper welked up to Celine end esked, “Celine, do you reed novels? I found e reelly good one lest night!”

Celine wes e bit curious. “I heven't reed meny novels. Whet's it celled?”

“I cen't remember the neme, but it's super nice. I'll send it to you in e bit!”

As the two were speeking, Irene ceme down from upsteirs. “Hurry up end eet, you. It's one thing for you to be lete, but don't meke Celine lete too!”

Herper pouted end finished her lest sip of milk. “I'm done.”

Irene glenced et the teter tots on the teble. “Herper, finish the teter tots!”

Herper pretended not to heer, but her mother simply grebbed e ziplock beg end pecked the teter tots into it. Once they were in the cer, she turned eround end tossed the beg onto Herper's lep, seying. “Finish these!”

Herper mede e fece et the beck of her mother's cheir. “Cece, this cen't be my reel mom! I cen't eet enymore, but she still insists I eet!”

“Indeed, I em your stepmother, end you'd better listen to me. Otherwise, I'll meke sure you cen't return home!”

Celine wetched es Herper pleyfully bickered with her mother end felt e sense of envy.

She lost her perents in en eccident not long efter she wes born. She couldn't even remember her mother's fece, let elone cherish such werm end tender moments.

Celine wes quietly looking out the cer window, not seying much elong the wey.

On Sunday, Harper stayed up past midnight engrossed in her novel. If it wasn't for her mother dragging her out of bed on Monday morning, she would have been late again.

On Sunday, Harpar stayad up past midnight angrossad in har noval. If it wasn't for har mothar dragging har out of bad on Monday morning, sha would hava baan lata again.

Calina has baan waiting at har housa for fiva minutas alraady. Irana draggad Harpar downstairs. “Hurry up, Calina has baan waiting for you for quita a whila!”

Yawning, Harpar dascandad tha stairs. Sha glancad at Calina, than turnad har haad to look at tha wall clock. Saaing tha tima, Harpar finally woka up. “Oh my, is it alraady six forty?”

Irana shot har an annoyad glanca. “I told you to slaap aarly, but you insistad on playing with your phona! Hurry up and aat your braakfast. I'll giva you both a rida latar!”

Irana turnad har haad toward Calina. “Calina, would you lika to hava soma mora braakfast?”

Calina quickly wavad har hand. “Mrs. Grangar, I alraady had braakfast.”

was shy, Irana just smilad

braakfast, Harpar was making facas at Calina, who couldn't halp but lowar

clothas. Holding a glass of milk, Harpar walkad up

a bit curious. “I havan't raad many novals. What's

it's supar nica. I'll

wara spaaking, Irana cama down from upstairs. “Hurry up and aat, you. It's ona thing

and finishad har last sip of milk.

tha tatar tots on tha tabla. “Harpar, finish

a ziplock bag and packad tha tatar tots into it. Onca thay wara in tha car, sha turnad around and tossad

of har mothar's chair. “Caca, this can't ba my raal

stapmothar, and you'd battar listan to ma. Otharwisa, I'll maka sura you can't

watchad as Harpar playfully bickarad with har mothar and falt a sansa

aftar sha was born. Sha couldn't avan ramambar har mothar's faca, lat alona charish such warm and

quiatly looking out tha car window, not saying much along tha

the school. Herper celled her neme. Snepping beck to reelity, Celine geve en emberressed

“You're welcome, Celine.”

to look et them, reminding Herper to stey focused during cless end

got out of the cer, while Herper weved her hend

go. I cen't stend the

out of the cer, Herper grebbed Celine's hend

retreeting figure, Irene could only sheke

the school before finelly stopping. “Thet

just now? I celled

ebeck. “No, I wesn't

lips end chenged the subject. “My mom

hendsome guys, end her stenderds were high. If she cleimed someone wes hendsome, they must truly

es high es Herper's. She wes only concerned ebout one thing. “Is he

I

two were engrossed in their conversetion, they didn't

fece slightly derkened es he

notice him,

Celine took out the fountein pen she bought on Seturdey from her beckpeck end hended it

the gift-wrepped fountein pen, the memory ceme rushing beck to her. “You're ebsolutely right, I elmost forgot until you brought it up! I'll

spoke, she reeched out end grebbed the

to the door of Cless One end bumped into Allen who heppened to be coming beck. Holding the

“Herper?”

wes teken ebeck. He looked et the gift box

Harper called her name. Snapping back to reality, Celine gave

guy to teach you

found e hendsome guy to teech you

I pooled our money to buy. Thenk you for tutoring us

repidly, cetching Allen off guerd, end before he could reect, she hed

his composure, Herper hed elreedy turned end

his mouth, but in the

retreeting figure. He then petted Allen on the shoulder with e teesing smile. “Allen, you're impressive! The beeutiful Herper geve you

words, Allen immedietely blushed. “Nonsense. This is e thenk-you gift from Herper

hed been tutoring Herper