True Love Waits

Chapter 419 I Don't Know Him

"I've got nothing to do with Ivan. Why would I care what he would say?" Decker snapped. Indeed, he wasn't lying because he hadn't had any interactions with Ivan yet.

Carlos leaned against the closet and stared him down. In a cold voice, he said, "So, you're another one of Debbie's admirers?"

"Damn you!" Suddenly, Decker hurled a photo frame towards Carlos.

Carlos swiftly dodged it without much effort as the photo frame hit the closet and landed on the floor.

He straightened his coat and glared at Decker. "So, it seems like you have a death wish?"

Decker gnashed his teeth and stayed on the bed. "Yeah, so kill me now, if you have the balls."

Much to his surprise, the defiant look in Decker's eyes suddenly reminded Carlos of Debbie. This wounded man somewhat resembled Debbie, especially in terms of his personality. The most common quality would be their audacity to stand up to him.

Unfortunately for Decker, however, he wasn't Debbie. Carlos might have excused this if it were Debbie, but he wasn't going to let this man walk away after disrespecting him. He strode towards the bed and grabbed Decker's arm, ruthlessly yanking him off the bed.

"Ahh!" A pained groan escaped Decker's lips as the sharp pain shot through his arm the moment he fell to the floor.

'Damn you! Carlos Huo, you pathetic wretch!'

Carlos stomped on his hand, possibly crushing a few bones, leaving behind an impression of his leather shoes. "If you somehow manage to get out of this room alive, you win!" The cold look in his eyes suggested that he wasn't joking.

"Aargh...you..." The searing pain from his hand was unbearable and Decker let out a might wail in hopes of releasing some pain. Carlos watched with a deadpan expression on his face as Decker writhed in

agony.

Decker's face was white as a sheet. Just as his vision faded and he was about to surrender himself to the arms of darkness, the loud shrill sound of Debbie screaming from the doorway kept him awake. "Carlos! What are you doing?"

Immediately, Carlos froze on the spot. He drew his foot away and shot a sharp glance at Debbie's worried face. 'Why is she so worried about this man?' The mere thought of it filled his heart with anger. Debbie dropped the bag on the floor and rushed towards them. She reached down to pull Carlos' long legs away from Decker. "Brother, are you okay? Please look at me!"

'B-brother...'

expression changed

of anger, she sprang up to her feet and glared at Carlos. "What is the matter with you?

face. Needless to say, Debbie was incensed. "How could you do this to

fell to the floor again, struggling to

him, he didn't respond. Frustrated,

baleful cloud. This woman was the only person in the world

on his hand once again. Dumbstruck, Debbie's brain stuttered for a moment and every part of her went on pause while her thoughts caught up. She got up as fast as she could and

disgust me!" Decker muttered something under his breath, finally having regained his consciousness. He opened his bloodshot eyes all of a

mask of innocence and said, "Welcome back!

Carlos and crawled back to

bag from the floor and showed the things to her brother. "I

to her and snatched the bag away from her hand. "I haven't had dinner yet. Go cook me

Huo, who are you to Debbie? Why should my sister cook for you?"

She couldn't believe what she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took her side and stood

to his bleeding wound. In an instant, his whole face contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line. Debbie's voice trembled as she looked at Carlos

quick

pursed her lips helplessly. 'How

the door behind her, Carlos put the things away on

but soon she realized that there were no ingredients at home to prepare a meal, because she hadn't

closed bedroom door, Debbie grabbed her purse and went downstairs again. She went to a convenience store and bought instant noodles, sandwiches and a few grilled kebabs. She didn't prepare the portion of food for Decker since he was wounded and needed to avoid anything that could cause inflammations.

already half-stained by the blood from his body. Much to

on Decker's waist. One of

had almost

were done neatly and meticulously, as if it

one could never tell what they

watching the way Carlos sutured Decker's wounds, she couldn't help but