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. "What is the matter with you? Did

wasn't the slightest trace of guilt on his face. Needless to say, Debbie was incensed. "How could you do this

floor again, struggling to

already rendered unconscious, so no matter how she tried to move him, he

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

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 of

Decker muttered something under his breath, finally having regained his consciousness. He opened his

"Welcome back! Stand up and

drew his sights away from Carlos and crawled back to the

picked up the plastic bag from the floor and showed the things to her brother. "I bought all the things

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

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

her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took

face contorted in

quick

helplessly. 'How would

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

there blankly, wondering what to do. After a while, 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 living

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 avoid anything that could cause inflammations. After preparing a simple dinner for her and Carlos, she went back to let him know

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 was squatting next to Decker, carefully stitching his wound. She quietly walked to Carlos' side to

deep wounds on Decker's waist. One of them looked really

Carlos had almost

as if

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

Carlos sutured