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?"

home forever...'

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 smile crept across her face as

villa. When they arrived at the gate, Carlos grabbed her hand and pressed her finger on the fingerprint lock

was the place where they would live, while the two-storey building they had just visited would be for recreational purposes. Carlos had chosen that building and renovated it into a music studio, a lipstick lab, a gym and a yoga room,

barely had she set a foot in when out of the blue an "attacker" charged at them. "Be careful!" she shouted. On

that the "attacker" was a dog, she rolled her

dog barked at Debbie, but

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 morning or night runs. Would

Debbie was not impressed. She had never been fond of dogs or any pets for that 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

with

see how it dashed toward us when we opened the

"Well, why not give this

it a name? Haven't you already kept it for some time?" 'It seems quite close to Carlos. I thought it was a pet that he had kept for long,'

few days before you went to the Southon

you want to keep a dog all of a sudden?" Debbie squatted down and reached out her hand. She wanted

do, the dog suddenly stood up and walked away. It stared at her with wary eyes from a distance

It's a

is not silly but quite clever! It knew

by the exchange between Debbie and the dog. It was so funny that he chuckled. "Whenever I'm not here with you, you can play with it. To tame it, you need to give it strict training

so troublesome. Not

her with a smile, "The dog needs regular

"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

confirm the suspicion, he was smiling when her curious eyes met his. "Yes.

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

your dog. Just call it Hum," she