Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1748

Even after Xanthus opened his eyes, he still didn't let Maverly go but instead gazed at her with a strange expression.

Maverly explained in a panic, "Last night, last night... You were the one who insisted on drinking last night. It had nothing to do with me, but don't worry; I won't come after you."

Maverly pushed Xanthus away and got up, scrambling in fear to put on her clothes.

Xanthus, on the other hand, didn't say anything but only stared at her.

After she was fully dressed, Maverly sat on the ground and swept her gaze across the floor. Seeing some white fluid all over the place, a flush of embarrassment stung her face.

"What happened yesterday was my fault. Please don't come to my house ever again. I have to go to campus; why don't you follow. Let's go together."

Maverly got up and went upstairs to take a shower, changing into a new outfit afterward. Seeing that she still had some time when she came down, she cleaned the floor.

Maverly stood in the living room in disappointment, thinking Xanthus had left like the last time. Then, she called the housekeeping service over and intended to stay until they left as she'd only have to set off later at nine.

She didn't have much time, nor did she have the strength to clean the entire place herself. Otherwise, she would have done it herself.

It didn't take long for the housekeeper to arrive. When Maverly opened the door, she heard a sound coming from upstairs. She looked back and saw that Xanthus was descending the stairs.

Maverly jumped out of her skin; she didn't expect Xanthus still to be here.

"You... What?"

While Maverly was dumbstruck, Xanthus had reached the bottom of the stairs. "You go ahead. I'll go after changing."

"Then you're staying here for now?"

"I'll tidy up. You go ahead."

Xanthus had called the servants at home to send him his clothing.

Maverly stood still momentarily. She had to leave soon, and she didn't want to stay in the same space as Xanthus either, so she headed out after a quick deliberation.

As she went out, the housekeeper coincidentally arrived. Maverly informed them that there was someone inside, but Xanthus sent them away just as they entered and cleaned the place himself.

When he was done, a servant arrived with his clothes. Xanthus got dressed and told him not to apprise Raeleigh of it.

Locking the door, Xanthus ordered the servant to send him to the college. When he reached the premises, he asked around about the dissertation presentation and headed straight for it.

Maverly had already begun her presentation when Xanthus reached, but he stayed outside instead, worried that he would affect her performance.

It wasn't until Maverly left the stage that he went in through the back door and sat a couple of seats away from her, rendering her gobsmacked.

"I came to have a look."

Maverly, in a bachelor's gown, blinked. Heston sat next to her with his head slightly lowered, looking distracted. He had been so since morning. As she detected that he was not in the mood to chat, Maverly didn't ask much.

Xanthus's possessiveness came on strongly at that moment. He lowered his head and whispered in Maverly's ear, "Sit on my left side."

"Why?"

Maverly didn't get what he was trying.

"No reason, just come here."

Getting impatient, Xanthus pulled Maverly over, sending her to his left, and sat down, looking at him.

Xanthus, dressed in a black dress shirt and a matching black overcoat, sat cross- legged and clapped as the student on stage thanked the audience.

Coming back to her senses, Maverly looked ahead and pulled her focus back. On the other hand, Heston kept his head down, still silent, looking downhearted for some reason.

Maverly still had not gotten her head around even when the presentation session ended.

"I have work in the hospital. Let's go."

Xanthus only showed up because he wanted to take Maverly away. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

"But the award ceremony hasn't started yet."

"We're short of time; I have an operation. Let's go."

With that, Xanthus took Maverly's wrist and brought her away, taking no notice of whether anybody was watching.

Heston didn't give them even a second glance but kept on sitting morosely.

Whisked outside, Maverly wanted to withdraw her hand as she felt extremely self-conscious when all eyes around were riveted on her.