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

her cries. In a fit of anger, she sprang up to her feet and glared at Carlos.

face. Needless to say, Debbie was incensed. "How could you do this to an injured man? Listen, if something happens to my brother because of you,

again, struggling to

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

the only person in the world who dared to order him around

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

regained his consciousness. He opened his bloodshot eyes all

of innocence and said, "Welcome back!

and crawled back to the bed without

to her brother. "I bought all the things you

snatched the bag away from her hand.

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

she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took her side

but Carlos pulled out 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

a quick glance. "What do

her lips helplessly. 'How would

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

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

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

door, 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 surprise, Carlos

on Decker's waist. One of them

almost finished suturing

sutures were done neatly and meticulously, as if it were

never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker knew

now, after watching the way Carlos sutured Decker's wounds, she