Chapter 1747 Restrained


    After lunch, Maverly went to check how the thesis went. Xanthus hadposed over thirty


    hundred words, about ten hundred words per two hours. Maverly sat down and did a mental


    calction; 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 giarizing, 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 ss 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 ssmate 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 onlye 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 thepleted 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 aborious 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 hourter, 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 vi 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 cer?"


    "Wait, what?"


    Maverly had avoided bringing up the cer, 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?!"


    Maverly was freaking out as she did not intend to wet her whistle at the moment.


    Maverly''s palm grew sweaty as they made their way to the cer. Reaching the entrance, Xanthus took


    a look at it and found there was a lock that required a password or a key, like a safe.


    Xanthus turned around and inquired, "Do you have a key?"


    "Yes."


    Maverly fished her pockets and intended to say that she could not find it, but Xanthus pointed at her


    neck. "What''s this?"


    Maverly let out a cry of surprise and looked down at therge key on her chest, worn as a ne.


    She gave it begrudgingly to Xanthus, who then unlocked the door and went straight down into the


    cer.


    After ruminating shortly, Maverly didn''t go down. "Go see what you like. I''ll go check the oven."


    Making her way back, Maverly had been pondering if Xanthus would be a drunkard in the future since


    he liked drinking.


    It didn''t take long for Xanthus toe back with two bottles of red wine of the same vintage in his


    hands. While passing by the liquor cab, he took two wine sses.


    "You can count me out. I''ve heard that beer is a better match for a roast dinner."


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    Maverly was making up an excuse to refuse. Unexpectedly, Xanthus came up to her and put down the


    wine and sses before saying, "Then should I go buy some?"


    "What?"


    Maverly waved her hand gloomily like a child. "Never mind, this will do."


    Xanthus uncorked the red wine and poured Maverly a ss.


    Maverly didn''t want to drink at first, but Xanthus raised his ss in a toast to her, and she was bashful


    to turn him down. She took a sip first and then a swig. Soon, she started taking to the bottle.


    Maverly liked tippling, and she loved it to a great extent.


    Mid meal, Xanthus started looking tipsy.


    Maverly gaped at him. "You''re still drinking?"


    She had seen many people who forced themselves to chug despite not holding their liquor well.


    Learning her lesson, Maverly kept a distance from Xanthus. But, Xanthus sat down next to her after


    visiting the washroom, making her antsy all over.


    "Is there any left?" Sozzled, Xanthus asked Maverly, who gave a second thought before she said no.


    As she was speaking, Maverly hid the half-empty bottle of red wine behind her. Xanthus extended his


    hand to stop her and wrapped her in his arms in the process. Moving back in response, the two fell


    from their seats to the ground.


    Maverly wailed in her heart, "Seriously? Not again!"


    "Xanthus- Mmph..."


    Before Maverly could finish her words, Xanthus lowered his head and kissed her. Panicked, Maverly


    tried to shove him away. "You''re drunk. Get up."


    "I''m not... "


    Despite his denial, Xanthus kept kissing Maverly, whose self-control was waning. She resisted at first


    butter started responding to him. Kissing him back slowly, inexperienced, but it was precisely it that


    got Xanthus turned on; his blood, boiling.


    Furrowing his brow, Xanthus let out low grunts as if he was about to roar.


    Xanthus had stripped off most of Maverly''s clothes, which shocked her. She stared at him. "Dr.


    Osteen..."


    What happened after that was all a blur to Maverly as she let Xanthus inside of her. However, unlike


    theirst session, Xanthus did not fall into a slumber that quickly.


    This time, he didn''t sleep at all. Maverly couldn''t take any more of it and started whimpering, but


    Xanthus quickly muffled her sobs with kisses.


    She cked out soonter, and the two were still under the table the next morning. Maverly was still


    asleep when Xanthus rose. He didn''t dare move this time, lying down, butter, he couldn''t help himself


    and embrace Maverly from behind.


    Maverly only then stirred when she felt a slight chill on her body.


    Opening her eyes, Maverly immediately moved, wanting to get up, but Xanthus held her firmly in his


    arms as though they were reinforced concrete.


    Sighing under her breath, Maverly tried to move his arms away, but to no avail. Taking a deep breath,


    she continued breaking free only to fail still and even woke him up.