Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1745

Maverly wasn't injured, but her heart raced.

Slowly looking up at Xanthus, Maverly wanted to leave his embrace, but Xanthus leaned in, pressing her against the car, making her uncomfortable all over. She couldn't move at all.

"Such a klutz." Xanthus fixed his gaze at Maverly, who then nodded and extended her hand to separate them. Only then did Xanthus release her.

Breaking free, Maverly left his side hastily and said, "I'm home. You should go home too, Dr. Osteen. Drive safe."

With that, Maverly dashed to her villa. At the front door, just as she wanted to enter, she froze, looking down.

She checked her laptop to find that its screen cracked.

Dumbstruck, she had only barely knocked it.

Xanthus hadn't left yet. Noticing the change of her expression at the doorway, he strode to her side. "What's the matter?"

"My laptop's broken." Maverly pulled a long face. Her thesis was in it.

"Do you have a backup?"

Xanthus took the laptop and brought Maverly inside, whose head was now wholly occupied with her thesis.

Entering the villa, Xanthus took off his shoes and walked barefoot to the living room, sitting on the sofa.

He did a quick check on her laptop and asked, "You didn't sync it with your phone?"

"I did."

"Give me your phone."

"What?"

Maverly was a little reluctant. Xanthus turned to gaze at her. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I should get a professional. I'm sure you're not an expert. In case..."

"Give it to me," Xanthus asked Maverly forcibly for her phone. Feeling somewhat awkward, Maverly mumbled, "It's out of battery; I'll get the charger. One minute."

"You have something shady in there?"

"No."

"Give it to me."

Xanthus stretched out his hand, not giving up, but Maverly was still reluctant. With that, Xanthus stood up, pulled her over to him, and took the phone from behind her.

Turning the screen on, what came to sight was a screensaver with Maverly and her father in it, but the wallpaper was a photo showing Xanthus's back in his lab coat.

Xanthus was momentarily caught off guard and looked at Maverly. "When did you take it?"

"Huh? I've forgotten."

Xanthus found the software that linked the phone to the laptop and sat down to start operating it. It didn't take long before Maverly's laptop was successfully switched on. He sent her thesis folder out; everything else in there was insignificant right then. Maverly asked him, "Where did you send the thesis to?"

"My email."

"What? Then please send it to me. I have another laptop."

Maverly intended to get her second laptop, but Xanthus said it was unnecessary and that she could use his; it was a gaming laptop.

With that, Xanthus went to his car and returned in no time with his laptop.

"Here. The battery should last for ten hours. If not, I have the charger."

Since he had put it that way, what else could Maverly say?

She washed her hands and changed into something more comfortable. She had intended to take the laptop upstairs at first, but she couldn't leave Xanthus downstairs alone just like that.

Besides, they hadn't had dinner yet.

As she came down the stairs, Maverly said, "I've ordered pizza. I'm not sure if you like it or not." This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You don't have anything in the kitchen to eat?" Xanthus didn't like pizza at all, especially when it had gotten cold.

After a pause, Maverly said, "I forgot we have a generation gap. I love to eat pizza, but there are some eggs and instant noodles in the kitchen. If you're really not a fan of pizza, you can..."

"Right, maybe you should eat outside. I'll give you your laptop back tomorrow morning. If you're still worried, feel free to lock your important documents; I'll only touch mine."

"I have something to do too. Give me your laptop."

"I'm sorry?"

Reeling in perplexity, Maverly did not know what to say. She always felt Xanthus's brain was super outlandish compared to that of a normal person's. Who else would do this?

His behavior was totally beyond her.

Nonetheless, she still went to retrieve her laptop, thinking that maybe Xanthus really had something important.

Returning, she handed it to Xanthus, who took it over and placed it on the table. Instead of turning it on at once, he went to the kitchen intending to make a meal. He took a look at the fridge to find there was still some edible food, but they were close to expiring.

Xanthus came out of the kitchen with a fully-filled trash bag, heading outside.

"What are you doing?"

Maverly was floored. First time...

No, it was his second time at her house. But it was still pretty presumptuous of him to act willfully, wasn't it?

However, Dr. Osteen didn't seem to think so; he had already left the trash outside.

But he didn't return, driving away. Maverly heard the sound of the engine and knew he had left. She stared at her laptop, wondering if it was too abysmal for him.

However, she wasn't bothered. Better that he left, it would save her the awkwardness.

With that, Maverly concentrated on her work. It wasn't after a while that she realized Xanthus had left his phone next to her laptop.

Stumped, she wondered if he was that careless.

"Perhaps he isn't in a hurry. I'll give it back to him tomorrow," Maverly thought.

Just as the thought popped up in her mind, the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Xanthus, she answered it; it was her pizza.

She didn't open the door fully but asked for the payment before passing the money out through the door's gap and taking the pizza.

After the delivery guy left, Maverly opened the pizza box to take a slice out when Xanthus returned in his car. He happened to bump into the delivery guy on his way to the front door; he looked to be a young seventeen or eighteen-year-old local doing part-time.

Upset, Xanthus only went to knock on the door after the delivery guy left. Maverly came out to make sure it was Xanthus before she opened the door.

"Dr. Osteen."

"Did the guy just now come in?" Xanthus asked, visibly displeased.

Maverly explained, "I didn't let him in. I just passed him the money from here; he left after giving me the pizza."

Xanthus looked over his shoulder and closed the door, carrying a bag of groceries.

Maverly asked, "You went grocery shopping?"

"Yes."

Taking off his shoes, Xanthus headed for the kitchen and put on the pair of shoes he had just bought at the doorway before making dinner.

Maverly stood at the kitchen doorway awkwardly. "You even bought shoes?"

"They're for fishing. I'll wear them in the kitchen first."

After all, the kitchen was a humid, bacteria-growing area. It was inappropriate to move about here wearing only socks.

Maverly's jaw dropped as she didn't expect Xanthus would make himself at home. She had never seen this side of him before.

Turning around, she went back to her pizza. A thought struck Xanthus, and he came out of the kitchen to look at Maverly, who was about to take a bite of pizza. "How many pieces have you eaten?"

Maverly closed her mouth hurriedly. "One. Would you like some, Dr. Osteen?"

"No. Don't eat anymore. I'll make you something."

Xanthus took her pizza away as he said, leading Maverly to say, "It won't be good once it turns cold."

Xanthus went back and gave her another slice, saying, "You shouldn't eat so much of it still."

With that, Xanthus took the rest of the pizza away. Maverly took a couple of bites and felt fortunate she had ordered a small one, or else it would really be a waste.

Maverly couldn't calm down, restless the entire time Xanthus was cooking. In the end, she went to check on him.