True Love Waits

Chapter 157 The Dog Named Hum

Debbie squeezed Carlos' hands while listening attentively to each word he said.

"Decar..." she repeated the brand name.

Carlos kissed her on the lips and then gently stroked the tear stains on her face with his thumb. "Decar is the combination of Debbie and Carlos," he said tenderly. 'Decar... Debbie and Carlos... What a good name!'

Staring at him in a daze, Debbie cupped his face with her hands as if in a gentle gesture, only to pinch his cheeks so hard. Carlos was startled. "What's wrong?" In a serious voice, she asked, "Did it hurt?"

He shook his head. "No."

"No? So I'm just daydreaming! Everything here is not real, right? What a good dream! I hope I'll never wake up," she said, pouting.

Carlos rolled his eyes at her.

As Debbie was still in a confused state, he led her to another room that was specially furnished for her-a gym.

There had been a gym in this villa previously but he had it renovated for her sake.

As Debbie was good at running, he had purchased a few new treadmills with different functions. He also had added other equipment, suitable for women.

The last room they visited was a spacious dancing and yoga studio. On one side of the room was a French window facing a lawn. The other three walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors, giving the room an illusion of even bigger space.

A few pieces of hammocks and swing straps for doing anti-gravity yoga dangled from the ceiling. Beautiful yoga mats and yoga balls completed the list of accessories. It was a fully furnished yoga studio that would rival any professional clubs around.

Just a feel of the studio would excite even those who didn't have interest in yoga.

Observing their reflections in the mirror, Carlos noticed the pleased look in Debbie's eyes. Affectionately, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Just hold on a little longer. After you finish your studies abroad and come back, we will settle down here. This will be our home forever. Okay?"

forever...' Debbie

gazed at the lawn outside and indulged in a bit of fantasy. She pictured herself walking hand in hand with Carlos on the lawn under the sunlight, probably with one or two kids and a cat or a dog playing around. A happy

When they arrived at the gate, Carlos grabbed her hand

Carlos had chosen that building and renovated it into a music studio, a lipstick lab, a gym and a yoga room, because there was a large swimming pool in front of it. Since Debbie was fanatical about swimming, that building would be the

blue an "attacker" charged at them. "Be careful!" she shouted. On reflex,

"attacker"

its tail, the dog barked at Debbie, but

the white hairy dog which was now sitting docilely beside him, and said mischievously, "This is a Canadian Eskimo Dog, also called a sled dog. It's fun and very good at taking instructions, so thought you'd have a great companion, especially for your

matter. All her touching feelings vanished into thin air now. With her lips pursed, she said rather snappishly, "Well, maybe I'd like to, but not now, please! And no matter how fast it runs, I'll be faster! Anyway, are you sure that you haven't been fooled by anyone? The damn dog looks like

that with an obvious

answer, she added, "Didn't you see how it dashed toward us

under his breath. "Well, why not give this damn

time?" 'It seems quite close to Carlos. I thought it was

here a few days before you went to

dog all of a sudden?" Debbie squatted down and reached out her hand. She wanted to touch its head. It

knowing what Debbie was going to do, the dog suddenly stood up and walked away. It stared at her

snorted. "Humph! It's a silly dog, just as I

barked at her again. 'This dog is not silly but quite clever! It knew

here with you, you can play with it. To tame it, you

"What? It's so troublesome. Not the kind of

needs regular exercise. Almost daily. Just

"I bet the last sentence is the whole point you're driving at, right?" Her face flushed red when she remembered him teasing that she couldn't keep

he was smiling when her curious eyes met his. "Yes. You're

retort. 'It's not that I am weak, but you bang like a

a name for your dog. Just call it Hum," she said, trying to steer