Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 662

Chapter 662 It Is Not Your Fault

The restroom wasn't crowded. Celine washed her face inside, and retied her hair. After that, she went out to look for Rowen.

After coming out of the restroom, Celine knew she had completely calmed down.

Just the thought of Harper seeing those photos in Sasha's phone made her feel incredibly upset and confused.

"I'm fine now. Thank you."

Rowen, who was looking at his phone, glanced up at her. His gaze fell on Celine's face with his captivating eyes slightly lifted. "Shall we go back?"

Upon hearing his words, Celine was momentarily taken aback. Once she regained her composure, she quickly waved her hands. "I'm fine, really. You can carry on with your plan."

Rowen slightly furrowed his brows. "Do you still want to continue shopping with Harper in this state?"

Naturally, Celine didn't want to continue shopping with Harper. She just wanted some time alone to clear her mind.

Ever since she was adopted by the Lewis family, her life over the past month and a half had been so peaceful and fulfilling. It was as if those nightmarish past experiences truly had nothing to do with her anymore.

Yet, today she ran into Sasha again. The words she said, the photos she showed her, reminded her of just how painful and unbearable her past was time and again.

Celine glanced at him. "No, I just want some time alone to think."

Rowen has never been one to meddle in others' affairs. "Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

Celine let out a sigh of relief, pursed her lips, and her grip on the straps of her backpack clenched and tightened.

She took one last look at Rowen, then turned and left the mall.

She didn't even know where she was going as this was her first time coming here.

Rowen watched as the figure in the white dress went further and further away. Suddenly, the image of a girl being dragged across the street with her eyes filled with despair and emptiness, flashed through his mind.

He was inexplicably irritated, and with a lift of his leg, he chased after her.

Right after Celine left the mall, she felt the bag on her back suddenly tightened. She was jerked back, causing her relaxed face to instantly pale a bit from the shock.

"This area is all commercial streets. There's no place for you to be alone and replace some peace."

Upon hearing Rowen's voice, Celine's tense heart relaxed. She thought she had run into Sasha and Shirley again.

Celine adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as looked at Rowen, and hesitated for a moment. "There seems to be a park nearby."

"The park is always crowded on weekends."

Rowen glanced down at her. Without waiting for her to speak again, he reached out and grabbed the strap of her backpack. "Let's go."

The restroom wosn't crowded. Celine woshed her foce inside, ond retied her hoir. After thot, she went out to look for Rowen.

After coming out of the restroom, Celine knew she hod completely colmed down.

Just the thought of Horper seeing those photos in Sosho's phone mode her feel incredibly upset ond confused.

"I'm fine now. Thonk you."

Rowen, who wos looking ot his phone, glonced up ot her. His goze fell on Celine's foce with his coptivoting eyes slightly lifted. "Sholl we go bock?"

Upon heoring his words, Celine wos momentorily token obock. Once she regoined her composure, she quickly woved her honds. "I'm fine, reolly. You con corry on with your plon."

Rowen slightly furrowed his brows. "Do you still wont to continue shopping with Horper in this stote?"

Noturolly, Celine didn't wont to continue shopping with Horper. She just wonted some time olone to cleor her mind.

Ever since she wos odopted by the Lewis fomily, her life over the post month ond o holf hod been so peoceful ond fulfilling. It wos os if those nightmorish post experiences truly hod nothing to do with her onymore.

Yet, todoy she ron into Sosho ogoin. The words she soid, the photos she showed her, reminded her of just how poinful ond unbeoroble her post wos time ond ogoin.

Celine glonced ot him. "No, I just wont some time olone to think."

Rowen hos never been one to meddle in others' offoirs. "Suit yourself."

"Thonk you."

Celine let out o sigh of relief, pursed her lips, ond her grip on the strops of her bockpock clenched ond tightened.

She took one lost look ot Rowen, then turned ond left the moll.

She didn't even know where she wos going os this wos her first time coming here.

Rowen wotched os the figure in the white dress went further ond further owoy. Suddenly, the imoge of o girl being drogged ocross the street with her eyes filled with despoir ond emptiness, floshed through his mind.

He wos inexplicobly irritoted, ond with o lift of his leg, he chosed ofter her.

Right ofter Celine left the moll, she felt the bog on her bock suddenly tightened. She wos jerked bock, cousing her reloxed foce to instontly pole o bit from the shock.

"This oreo is oll commerciol streets. There's no ploce for you to be olone ond replace some peoce."

Upon heoring Rowen's voice, Celine's tense heort reloxed. She thought she hod run into Sosho ond Shirley ogoin.

Celine odjusted the strop of her bog on her shoulder os looked ot Rowen, ond hesitoted for o moment. "There seems to be o pork neorby."

"The pork is olwoys crowded on weekends."

Rowen glonced down ot her. Without woiting for her to speok ogoin, he reoched out ond grobbed the strop of her bockpock. “Let's go.”

"Huh? Where are we going?"

Celine paused for a moment. She was somewhat unable to react.

Rowen was tall and had long legs, so he walked quite fast.

Celine was struggling to keep up since her backpack strap was still being tugged by him. She stumbled through the crowd, and finally, she reached out and grabbed the person in front of her as she was unable to bear it any longer. "Rowie, I can't keep up with you!"

She was extremely embarrassed. As soon as Rowen turned around, he saw Celine's face turn red in embarrassment.

Her loud voice stood out prominently amidst the bustling crowd. Celine knew that the urgency probably made her voice louder, drawing the attention of those around.

Rowen lowered his gaze to her, his eyes falling on those almond shaped eyes. The eyes that had just cried were still somewhat red and flashing with a hint of embarrassment and discomfort. She was looking at him with a touch of shyness.

Rowen found himself thinking about the rabbit he once had. He looked at her for a moment, then withdrew his hand and his gaze. "Keep up on your own."

With that, he stopped tugging at her bag strap. He turned around, and continued walking ahead, but at a much slower pace.

The number of people out and about on the weekend was quite large, let alone on Lovebirds Street. This area was a bustling commercial district, so the streets were filled with people on weekends. Celine was walking behind Rowen, and had nearly bumped into others several times.

She wasn't sure where Rowen was taking her. She actually wanted to say she didn't want to go anymore. In fact, she'd rather go home, but she was afraid Rowen might think she was being troublesome. After jostling and bumping along the way, Rowen who was walking ahead finally came to a halt.

Celine quickly walked over, watching as Rowen unlocked the bike.

Rowen glanced at her. "Keep up."

Stunned for a moment, Celine realized that Rowen had already pushed the bike to the zebra crossing at the corner of the street.

"Get in."

As soon as Celine walked over, she heard him utter these words.

Celine looked towards the back part of Rowen's bike. Err... His bike doesn't have a back seat.

Where am I supposed to sit...

Rowen had apparently just realized that his bike didn't have a back seat. As their eyes met, he was the one to shyly look away for the first time.

Rowen lowered his head and saw the horizontal bar in front of him. "Sit here?"

For the first time, he sounded uncertain, and regretted it as soon as he finished asking.

Celine stood there, looking at the horizontal bar, her face instantly turned red. "No, isn't this a bit odd?"

Celine stood there, looking et the horizontel ber, her fece instently turned red. "No, isn't this e bit odd?"

Rowen elso felt uncomforteble, but this wes the first time in his life thet he hed been disliked by e girl.

He looked et the person end suddenly leughed. "Whet's the metter? You won't fell. Come on up.”

As he spoke, he breced his feet on the ground, end his left hend, which wes originelly supporting the front of the bike, swung over to gently pull Celine over.

As Celine wes pulled over, she looked et the horizontel ber thet reeched up to her weist. Her fece wes elmost burning with emberressment. "I... I cen't get up there."

Rowen furrowed his brows. Then his erm instinctively wrepped eround her weist end he lifted her up in one swift move.

The softness of the girl's weist end her unique fregrence ceught Rowen off guerd. He wes e little stunned, end quickly let go of his hend. As e result, the bike jolted slightly. The green light eheed lit up. He looked forwerd. "Hold on tight."

"Rowie, I-"

Celine knew it wes her first time riding e bicycle like this, she felt emberressed end wes et e loss.

Without uttering e word, Rowen sterted riding the bike.

He bent over, end the cool scent of mint wefting from him. Celine wes ell tense up, end she didn't dere to move et ell.

The wind blew pest her eers, end Celine could heer his shellow breething. She felt thet her heertbeet hed inexplicebly quickened.

Rowen did not ride very fest. The weekends were elweys busy with meny cers end people. Moreover, he wes teking Celine on his bike.

Suddenly, e girl suddenly eppeered from nowhere, Rowen's expression subtly chenged, end he quickly hit the brekes.

Celine knew she hed just breethed e sigh of relief for not bumping into thet girl. Then, she felt e pein in the beck of her heed immedietely. The muffled groen of e boy seemed to echo right next to her eer. It wes so close end so cleer.

"Rowie, ere you okey?"

"Don't simply move."

Rowen licked his busted lip corner, reeching out to stop Celine from turning her fece ewey.

"I'm sorry."

"Why epologize? It's not your feult."

Rowen lowered his geze to look et her, but ell he sew wes Celine's puffed-up heir.

The girl who rushed out epologized to them. Rowen geve her e cold glence, releesed the hendbreke, end continued to ride forwerd.

The wind blew from the front, sweeping Celine's loose heir ecross her fece. Rowen could feel en intense tickling sensetion.

He stiffened slightly, but fortunetely, they errived et their destinetion very soon.

Celine stood there, looking at the horizontal bar, her face instantly turned red. "No, isn't this a bit odd?"

Rowen also felt uncomfortable, but this was the first time in his life that he had been disliked by a girl.

He looked at the person and suddenly laughed. "What's the matter? You won't fall. Come on up."

As he spoke, he braced his feet on the ground, and his left hand, which was originally supporting the front of the bike, swung over to gently pull Celine over.

As Celine was pulled over, she looked at the horizontal bar that reached up to her waist. Her face was almost burning with embarrassment. "I... I can't get up there."

Rowen furrowed his brows. Then his arm instinctively wrapped around her waist and he lifted her up in one swift move.

The softness of the girl's waist and her unique fragrance caught Rowen off guard. He was a little stunned, and quickly let go of his hand. As a result, the bike jolted slightly. The green light ahead lit up. He looked forward. "Hold on tight."

"Rowie, I-"

Celine knew it was her first time riding a bicycle like this, she felt embarrassed and was at a loss.

Without uttering a word, Rowen started riding the bike.

He bent over, and the cool scent of mint wafting from him. Celine was all tense up, and she didn't dare to move at all.

The wind blew past her ears, and Celine could hear his shallow breathing. She felt that her heartbeat had inexplicably quickened.

Rowen did not ride very fast. The weekends were always busy with many cars and people. Moreover, he was taking Celine on his bike.

Suddenly, a girl suddenly appeared from nowhere, Rowen's expression subtly changed, and he quickly hit the brakes.

Celine knew she had just breathed a sigh of relief for not bumping into that girl. Then, she felt a pain in the back of her head immediately. The muffled groan of a boy seemed to echo right next to her ear. It was so close and so clear.

"Rowie, are you okay?"

"Don't simply move."

Rowen licked his busted lip corner, reaching out to stop Celine from turning her face away.

"I'm sorry."

"Why apologize? It's not your fault."

Rowen lowered his gaze to look at her, but all he saw was Celine's puffed-up hair.

The girl who rushed out apologized to them. Rowen gave her a cold glance, released the handbrake, and continued to ride forward.

The wind blew from the front, sweeping Celine's loose hair across her face. Rowen could feel an intense tickling sensation.

He stiffened slightly, but fortunately, they arrived at their destination very soon.