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

calling out, but her brother didn't respond to her cries. In a fit of anger, she sprang up to her feet and glared at Carlos. "What is the matter with

was incensed. "How could you do this to an injured

again, struggling to lift

tried to move him, he didn't respond. Frustrated, she shouted at Carlos again, "Get over here

was the only person in the

pulled her away from the unconscious man and stomped 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

He opened his bloodshot

"Welcome back! Stand up and go

sights away from Carlos and

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

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

are you to Debbie? Why should my

tears springing to her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took her side and stood up to defend her. With deadpan face, Carlos threatened, "Shut your mouth if you want

wound. In an instant, his whole face contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line.

her a quick glance. "What

pursed her lips helplessly. 'How would

shut the door behind her, Carlos put the things away on the bedside table

the room, Debbie stood there blankly, wondering what to do. After a while, she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she realized that there were no ingredients at home to prepare a meal, because she hadn't been living

grilled kebabs. She didn't prepare the portion of food for Decker since he was

she saw Decker biting down on his shirt to help with the pain, as beads of sweat trickled down his face. The bed sheet was already half-stained by the blood from his body. Much to her

heart ached to see the deep wounds on Decker's waist. One of them looked

almost

done neatly and meticulously, as

and one could never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker knew how to stitch up his wounds since

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