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

wake up!" Debbie kept 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

trace of guilt on his face. Needless to say, Debbie was incensed. "How could you do this to an injured man? Listen, if something happens

to the floor again, struggling to

rendered unconscious, so no matter how she tried to move him, he didn't respond. Frustrated, she shouted at

woman was the only person in the world who dared

stepped forward as if to help. However, it wasn't the kind of help Debbie had expected. Carlos pulled her away from the unconscious man and stomped on his hand once

his consciousness. He opened his bloodshot eyes all of a sudden and glared at the man responsible for

innocence and said, "Welcome back! Stand up and go back

sights away from Carlos and crawled back to the bed without

the things to her brother. "I bought all the things you asked for. What should

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

should my sister cook for

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

his whole face contorted in pain,

quick glance.

pursed her lips helplessly. 'How would I

Debbie shut the door behind her, Carlos put the things away on the bedside table and went to the bathroom

she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she realized that there were no ingredients at home

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. After preparing a simple dinner for her and Carlos,

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

to see the deep wounds on

Carlos had almost finished

done neatly and meticulously, as if it were done

marveled at the thought of how people around her with many hidden talents that she didn't even know about. They were all shrouded in mystery and one could never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker knew how to stitch up his wounds since he was the one who

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