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 felt

the lawn under the sunlight, probably with one or

the three-storey villa. When they arrived at the gate, Carlos grabbed her hand and pressed her finger on

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, because there was a large swimming pool in

charged at them. "Be careful!" she shouted. On reflex, she lifted her right leg and was about to kick hard, only for Carlos to push her aside. He caught the "attacker" in his arms, leaving

she realized clearly that the "attacker" was a dog, she

its tail, the dog barked at

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 you like to take it

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 fast it runs, I'll be faster! Anyway, are

said that with

see how it dashed toward us when we

why not give this damn

quite close to Carlos. I thought it was a pet that he had kept for long,'

before you went to the Southon Village.

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

the dog suddenly stood up and walked away. It stared at her with wary eyes

It's a silly dog, just

she finished, the dog instantly barked at her again. 'This dog is not silly but quite clever!

not here with you, you can play with it. To tame it, you need to give it strict training and get a

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

Carlos assured her with a smile, "The dog needs regular exercise. Almost daily. Just take it along

Debbie turned around and stared at him. "I bet the last sentence is the whole point you're driving at, right?" Her face flushed red when she remembered

her curious eyes met his. "Yes. You're a

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

for your dog. Just call it Hum," she said, trying to steer the conversation