Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1746

Xanthus had made some noodle soup. While he was plating, Maverly drooled, saying, "Looks good."

"Thanks."

Xanthus placed them on the table, grabbed a couple of spoons, and sat down to have the meal. Maverly gobbled down her food, unladylike.

At the very least, she and Cynthia were two opposite ends, but she was, for some reason, the type that got Xanthus feeling strange lately.

"Slow down. It's hot."

Feeling quite abashed, Maverly flushed. Xanthus handed her a napkin, and she took it over to wipe her lips before eating at a slower pace.

"Doesn't your mother cook for you when you're at her place?"

"She does, but I haven't gone there for a long while. I do plan on going this year." Maverly was stuffed after emptying her bowl.

Xanthus asked her, "When are you going back?"

"During the break."

Falling into silence, Xanthus ate his soup, taking his time.

Meanwhile, Maverly got up and did the dishes. She bumped into Xanthus, who reacted swiftly and lifted his hand to evade when she came out to wipe her hands. Even so, she still bumped into his chest.

Maverly backed off quickly and rubbed her head. Xanthus held up his bowl and spoon while looking down. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

Maverly scuttled away in embarrassment. Xanthus stood for a while and did the dishes before he went to Maverly.

Sitting down, he took her laptop and looked through her folders. At first, Maverly did not pay much attention to him. After all, she was using his laptop, so it wasn't anything unusual to lend him hers.

However, Maverly caught Xanthus looking through her college yearbook and took a second glance to find she hadn't mistaken.

Failing to retain her composure, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

Xanthus threw a glance at her. "Your photos."

Maverly reeled at his bluntness.

Feeling somewhat speechless, she wondered if she should allow him to look at them. If she refused, she would seem petty, but if she did, it was rather unjustifiable. No matter what, it was photos of her and her classmates, and she was in a bathing suit in some of them.

Just as she was about to speak up, Xanthus asked, "Which one is your boyfriend?"

"Huh?"

Maverly glanced at the photo and randomly pointed at one.

Xanthus frowned. "What's his name?"

Maverly looked at it and answered, "Jack."

"This is his full name down here?"

"Yeah."

After that, Xanthus continued looking through the rest of the photos. Following that, he didn't do anything significant but fiddled with her laptop and even played some games.

Maverly was in a brown study that she could do nothing. With time, she dozed off, sleeping on the sofa.

Seeing so, Xanthus called a private detective and had him check on this Jack.

It wasn't something important; the purpose wasn't to stalk him or do something clandestine but to check his background. Xanthus didn't know how, but the private detective sent his information to his phone in no time. He had a quick look through and found said Jack had married his high school sweetheart; they even studied the same course in college and already had a baby before they graduated.

So, to say that he was Maverly's boyfriend was merely a blatant lie.

Putting his phone away, Xanthus sent a comprehensive file to the private detective, including all Maverly's classmates from high school to college. Subsequently, the private detective sold the information to Xanthus. He spent the rest of the night looking through them only to learn that none of them had ever had a romantic relationship with Maverly.

Leaning against the sofa, his head hurt and eyes sore from all the reading.

However, his curiosity only grew as he read.

Rubbing his eyes, Xanthus stretched his neck and intended to rest. Just when he shifted, Maverly kicked him. Stumped, he looked over only for her to have placed her feet on his lap.

Just like that, Maverly rested her feet atop Xanthus's legs. Tossing, Maverly continued to sleep.

Xanthus had wanted to move them away, but Maverly had shifted them near his crotch as though she was finding a warm place for her cold feet.

His awkwardness grew as he stared at her feet, and he moved them away from his lap. He then placed a throw over her and let her sleep.

Xanthos napped, leaning at the other end of the sofa.

Rising in the morning, Maverly remembered she still hadn't finished her thesis as soon as she opened her eyes, panicking.

"Shoot."

Maverly got up and browsed the internet to see if she could buy a thesis. It would be best if she could have it by the end of that night; she didn't mind paying extra.

Otherwise...

Xanthus had long woken up. It was impossible for him not to, sleeping next to Maverly. It was a kind of torment beyond one's imagination.

"What are you doing?" Xanthus sat up and leaned over, looking at what Maverly was doing.

It wasn't the first time Maverly had done so; she had asked someone else to do her homework when she was younger.

Therefore, she did not mind as long as her lecturer did not know.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to, but she didn't have enough time to finish it.

"I want to buy a thesis to pass this exam."

"I thought it was an interview?" Xanthus leaned aside and asked.

Maverly replied, "I've passed the interview. What's left is the thesis."

"The services posted out there are most likely frauds."

"I've no other options. If I can't submit it, my lecturer... Ugh, these theses nowadays are getting more boring one after another."

"Then I'll write it for you. When do you need to submit it?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Tomorrow."

When it occurred to her what Xanthus had said, she looked back at him. "You'll write it for me?"

"What's the subject?"

At first, Maverly didn't believe him, but for reasons she couldn't name, she still did in the end.

Maverly told him the topic, and Xanthus began hammering away after leaning at his seat for a while.

A fifty thousand word thesis would typically take two days to finish, but for Xanthus, it didn't seem like he needed to think. He typed away, never stopping since he began, and within a morning, he produced about twenty thousand words.

Aside, Maverly looked at Xanthus as if he was God. She even blurted out, "Dr. Osteen, if you ever decide to quit your job, you can make a lot of money writing theses."

"Is it that profitable?" Amused, Xanthus smirked.

Maverly opined, "Of course, a five thousand word thesis is already worth tens of thousands. How much can you earn as a doctor?"

"Then just write theses after you graduate; forget about finding other jobs."

Maverly said, "I have thought about it before."

Xanthus glanced at her, feeling a little tired. Not his brain but hands.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"Come again?"

Maverly's mind went blank for a second, and she stood up, saying, "Don't you worry, I'll treat you to a feast. I'll make a four-course meal, and I'll stay up all night with you. Rest assured, I'll go grocery shopping now."

With that, Maverly rushed out of home and came back with groceries in less than an hour.

She came in and went straight to prepare lunch, coming out an hour later with dishes on the dining table, calling Xanthus over. She really did make a four-course meal, and they all looked good, which amazed him.

It surprised him that a girl born with a silver spoon was also great at cooking!