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

to her feet and glared at Carlos. "What is the matter with you?

the slightest 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 my brother

the floor again, struggling to

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

darkened with a baleful cloud. This woman was the only person

on his hand once again. Dumbstruck, Debbie's brain stuttered for a moment and every part of her went on pause while her

his consciousness. He opened his bloodshot eyes all of a sudden and

"Welcome back! Stand up and

and crawled back to the bed without

to her brother. "I

her

are you to Debbie? Why should my sister cook for

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,

tried to retort, 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 she looked at Carlos and said,

a quick glance.

helplessly. 'How would I

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

a while, she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she

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, she went back

trickled down his face. The bed sheet was already half-stained by the blood

to see the deep wounds on Decker's

almost finished suturing his

neatly and meticulously, as if it were done by a

never tell what they were capable

now, after watching the way Carlos sutured Decker's wounds, she couldn't help but feel