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

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 you? Did you do this to him?" Carlos didn't respond, but his

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

to the floor again,

was already rendered unconscious, so no matter how she tried to move him, he didn't respond. Frustrated, she shouted at Carlos again, "Get over here and help

was the only person in

reluctant, he 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 again. Dumbstruck, Debbie's brain stuttered for a moment and every part

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

and said, "Welcome back!

away from Carlos and

picked up the plastic bag from the floor and showed the things to her brother.

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

who are you to Debbie? Why should my sister cook

first time her brother took her side and stood up

contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line. Debbie's voice trembled as she looked at Carlos and said, "You... What are you

her a quick glance. "What do

helplessly.

her, Carlos put the

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 there for the past

a convenience store and bought instant noodles, sandwiches and a few grilled kebabs. She didn't prepare 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 stitching his wound. She quietly walked to Carlos' side to

on Decker's waist. One

Carlos had almost finished suturing his

as if it were

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

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