Getting My Ex-wife Back

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?!”

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 cellar. 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 the large key on her chest, worn as a necklace. She gave it begrudgingly to Xanthus, who then unlocked the door and went straight down into the cellar.

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 to come back with two bottles of red wine of the same vintage in his hands. While passing by the liquor cabinet, he took two wine glasses.

“You can count me out. I’ve heard that beer is a better match for a roast dinner.”

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

Maverly didn’t want to drink at first, but Xanthus raised his glass 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 but later 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…”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

What happened after that was all a blur to Maverly as she let Xanthus inside of her. However, unlike their last 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 blacked out soon later, 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, but later, 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.