Chapter 1745 Make Himself at Home


    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 ufortable 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 vi. At the front door, just as she wanted to enter, she froze, looking


    down.


    She checked herptop 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?"


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


    "Do you have a backup?"


    Xanthus took theptop and brought Maverly inside, whose head was now wholly upied with her


    thesis.


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


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


    "I did."


    "Give me your phone."


    "What?"


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    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 hisb 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 theptop and sat down to start operating it. It


    didn''t take long before Maverly''sptop was sessfully 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 anotherptop."


    Maverly intended to get her secondptop, but Xanthus said it was unnecessary and that she could


    use his; it was a gamingptop.


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


    "Here. The battery shouldst 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 morefortable. She had intended to take the


    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."


    "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 yourptop 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 yourptop."


    "I''m sorry?"


    Reeling in perplexity, Maverly did not know what to say. She always felt Xanthus''s brain was super


    oundishpared to that of a normal person''s. Who else would do this?


    His behavior was totally beyond her.


    Nheless, she still went to retrieve herptop, thinking that maybe Xanthus really had something


    important.


    Returning, she handed it to Xanthus, who took it over and ced 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 herptop, 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 herptop.


    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 nowe in?" Xanthus asked, visibly displeased.


    Maverly exined, "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.