Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1747

After lunch, Maverly went to check how the thesis went. Xanthus had composed over thirty hundred words, about ten hundred words per two hours. Maverly sat down and did a mental calculation; it'd be done by nightfall.

"You're really a natural at writing theses."

Maverly praised him from the bottom of her heart.

"Actually, it's not that hard. You're a business major, it's mainly about eloquence and the number of words, and eloquence is of secondary importance. As long as you stay away from plagiarizing, it won't be a problem."

"It's even easier for a science major. Twenty thousand words, and there you go."

Maverly was at a loss for words.

Her eyes widened. "How did you know all this?"

"I've ghostwritten back in my college years."

"No wonder... you're a veteran."

Maverly nodded, looking like an adorable toddler. Xanthus beamed at her, drank a glass of water, and got back to work.

By night, the thesis was done and dusted.

Scrutinizing the thesis, Maverly said in awe, "You're just like the holy grail of typing machines. I'm getting the creeps."

"I had a classmate who was much better at this than I was. To support his family budget, he could type seven thousand words in an hour. I saw him as a legend as I could only come up with three thousand back then. Later, I learned a couple of tricks, and I started getting faster, moving my hands at the same pace as my brain.

Xanthus was rather talkative that day, but since Maverly didn’t have much contact with Xanthus, she wasn't sure if he was loquacious.

Anyhow, with her eyes on the completed thesis, Maverly was in a euphoric mood.

"I've bought some ingredients perfect for a roast. Let's have it for dinner."

Sitting aside, Xanthus felt a little exhausted. Time and tide wait for no man. Once passed his youth, his bones would ache all over when he moved.

Maverly prepared a hearty dinner all by herself, but when she went to call Xanthus over, he had drifted off to sleep.

Xanthus had done her such a laborious favor, and he didn't even go to work because of this. Feeling bad, Maverly would rather starve than disturb his sleep.

About half an hour later, Xanthus woke up to find Maverly watching TV on the sofa in boredom.

As soon as he stirred, Maverly grinned at him instantly.

Xanthus did not move. He stared at Maverly's tranquil face. "Dinner's ready?"

"Yeah, c'mon."

Maverly washed her hands and reheated the food while Xanthus sat down at the dining table.

He inquired, "Do you have wine?"

Maverly bit the tip of her spoon. "You want to bend your elbow?"

It wasn't a question if she had wine in the villa but whether she would take it out. Ever since the drunken mistake, she hadn't had a drop of alcohol in her system.

Maverly was amazed by the power of love. She had imbibed more than once despite being advised by her mother to quit it. From there on, she gave up trying.

However, this time, it was a clean-cut; even she was surprised.

"So, you don't?" Xanthus asked again, leading Maverly to hesitate. "We might be running short. Let me check."

Just as Maverly stood up, Xanthus followed, asking, "They're in the cellar?" "Wait, what?"

Maverly had avoided bringing up the cellar, but Xanthus seemed to her house better than she did, making a beeline for it.

As he walked, he said, "Your father once told me there's quite a lot of liquor kept under here. Is it true?"

"Huh?!"