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...'

facial expression changed

of anger, she sprang up to her feet and glared at Carlos. "What is the matter with you? Did you do this to him?" Carlos didn't respond, but his silence spoke for

you do this to an injured man? Listen, if something happens to my brother because of you, I will

the floor again, struggling to lift her brother

to move him, he didn't respond. Frustrated, she shouted

darkened with a baleful cloud. This woman was the only person in the world who dared to order him around like

wasn't the kind of help Debbie had expected. Carlos pulled her away from the unconscious man and stomped on his hand once again. Dumbstruck, Debbie's brain stuttered for a moment and

muttered something under his breath, finally having regained his consciousness. He opened his bloodshot eyes all of a

a mask of innocence and said, "Welcome back! Stand up and go back to bed on

his sights away from Carlos and crawled back to the bed without a

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

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

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

first time her brother took her side and stood up to defend her. With deadpan face, Carlos threatened, "Shut your mouth if you

a cotton bud and pressed it 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

her a quick glance.

her lips helplessly. 'How would I

the things away on the

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

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

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 surprise, Carlos was squatting next to Decker, carefully

wounds on Decker's

Carlos had almost finished

and meticulously, as

in mystery and one could never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker

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