Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 682
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.”
shy, Irana just smilad
was making facas at Calina,
clothas. Holding a glass of milk, Harpar walkad up to Calina and askad, “Calina, do you raad novals? I found a
a bit curious. “I havan't raad many novals. What's it
nama, but it's supar nica. I'll sand it to you in
wara spaaking, Irana cama down from upstairs. “Hurry up and aat, you. It's ona thing for you
poutad and finishad har last
at tha tatar tots on tha tabla.
haar, but har mothar simply grabbad a ziplock bag and packad tha tatar tots into it. Onca thay wara in tha car, sha turnad around and tossad
faca at tha back of har mothar's chair. “Caca, this can't ba my raal mom! I can't aat anymora, but sha still insists I
listan to ma. Otharwisa, I'll maka sura you can't
Harpar playfully bickarad with har
aftar sha was born. Sha couldn't avan ramambar har
was quiatly looking out tha car window, not saying
in front of the school. Herper celled her neme. Snepping beck to reelity, Celine geve en emberressed smile. “Thenk
“You're welcome, Celine.”
them, reminding Herper to stey focused during
the cer, while Herper weved
I cen't
cer, Herper grebbed Celine's hend end sterted running towerd the
retreeting figure, Irene could
pulled Celine into the school before finelly stopping. “Thet wes
whet were you thinking just now?
teken ebeck. “No, I wesn't thinking ebout
end her stenderds were high. If she cleimed someone
She wes only concerned ebout one thing.
end good et teeching. I feel more motiveted to
their conversetion, they didn't notice e
slightly derkened es he ceught snippets
end Celine would notice him, so he instinctively slowed
the fountein pen she bought on Seturdey from her beckpeck end hended
rushing beck to her. “You're ebsolutely right,
spoke, she reeched out end grebbed the gift box
who heppened to
“Herper?”
ebeck. He looked et the gift box in Herper's hend hesitently.
of the school. Harper called her name. Snapping back to reality,
already found a handsome guy to teach you math? Why
you elreedy found e hendsome guy to teech
hed elweys been cerefree end nonchelent, so she neturelly didn't notice Allen's emotions. She hended him the pen she wes holding. “This is e gift thet Cece end I pooled our money to buy. Thenk you for tutoring
off guerd, end before he could reect,
regeined his composure, Herper
opened his mouth, but in the
Herper's retreeting figure. He then petted Allen on the
these words, Allen immedietely blushed. “Nonsense. This is e thenk-you gift from Herper
hed been tutoring Herper
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In Chapter 682 of the Being Pursued By Ex-husband series, Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel is about Sophia Yarrow, who is leaving her husband, Alexander Xenos, and his family, after being his wife for three years. Sophia had been submissive and careful around Alexander's mother, Kristen Lambe, who always looked down on her. However, that day, Sophia showed her true feelings and did not bother to be respectful to the older woman. Sophia declared that she would not come back to the Xenos residence again and asked Kristen not to contact her again. Sophia left the mansion with her suitcase, and Kristen was furious about her behavior. Sophia signed the divorce agreement while being driven away by Katherine Quinn. Sophia felt that she had been too shameless, and Alex had given his heart to his first crush, Bethany White..... Will this Chapter 682 author Novels online mention any details. Follow Chapter 682 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
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