True Love Waits

Chapter 420 Get Out

Debbie even doubted that she had mistaken him for someone else. She never knew that Decker had such a brave, strong side. 'Is he really my brother?' Niles was rendered speechless. He then turned to Carlos and asked, "Did you give him anesthesia?"

Carlos shook his head.

Shocked, Niles stared at Decker, his mouth agape. He gave him a thumbs-up and without wasting any more time, he continued to stitch the wound.

After washing his hands, Carlos asked Debbie, "Is dinner ready?"

"Hmm, on the table." Debbie absent-mindedly raised her arm and pointed to the direction of the dining table.

Carlos grabbed hold of her raised arm. "Let's eat together."

"No, I—"

Before she could decline, he dragged her all the way to the dining room.

Carlos frowned when he saw that they were going to have only instant noodles and sandwiches for dinner.

Debbie sat down in her chair. Sighing helplessly, she told him, "Don't complain. You know I haven't been home for months. I have no food here, and the supermarket is already closed. Lucky that we at least have instant noodles. See? My brother is pathetic as hell. He's a patient and he can't even eat noodles."

Carlos didn't say anything. He sat down, took his chopsticks and began eating.

Even though it was just instant noodles, since it was cooked by Debbie, it tasted different from the ones he had eaten before. It tasted good. Like she had added some sort of special ingredient in it. An invisible ingredient that affected his mood, which aroused his appetite. He even ate the sandwiches and kebabs she had prepared.

By the time they wrapped up their dinner, Niles had finished suturing Decker's wound and put him on a drip. Decker was exhausted from the pain and fell asleep soon after.

Niles put the medical tools back in his case and carried it out of the bedroom. When he saw Debbie cleaning the dining table, he asked in disbelief, "I was busy saving a patient in there, and you guys were enjoying dinner?"

Carlos nodded, "Yes."

Niles scoffed, "Don't you think you're being a little unfair?"

Debbie shook her head and teased, "Nope."

had ganged up on

of Decker and his wound, Niles left. Carlos went to the balcony and called Yates to ask him about Eckerd's information. Eckerd was

the call and went back to the bedroom, he saw Debbie wiping the bloodstains off Decker's body with

they left Decker's bedroom together. Closing the door behind them, Debbie turned to Carlos and said, "Thank you for your help tonight. It's late. Go back to your apartment and

face darkened in displeasure. He threw a glance at Decker's bedroom

rolled her eyes at him. He wasn't sleepy, but

wounded Decker, and then prepare dinner. Sleep was overwhelming her. The only thing she wanted to do right then was take a hot

stood still without moving a muscle. Sighing, she said, "Fine. Just sit in the living room by yourself then.

"Okay."

confused by his

her bedroom, grabbed

bathroom after a nice, warm bath, she was startled to find the aloof man sitting on her bedroom sofa. "Mr. Huo, why won't you go back to your apartment?

Carlos, she didn't mind at all. She walked to the dressing table

the woman in

"At my uncle's house."

table. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, he took the towel from her hand. Debbie was confused. He remained silent as he began to wipe her hair

'What does this mean? Shouldn't he be cuddling with his fiancee in bed right

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

her straightforward question. But he didn't respond

to make sure that she was really in front of him, within his reach. After all, her job had been keeping her away from Y City for so long. Debbie could sense that Carlos was acting unusually. She quickly applied a

stop her. She put on her slippers and trotted

In the bathroom

hairdryer. She was still

sudden, a figure appeared in the mirror and startled her

pounded faster as Carlos

and closed his eyes, breathing in the fragrance from her body. It

with no choice, she turned off the hairdryer and turned around to face him. He was holding her so tight that they could feel each other's breathing. "Mr. Huo,

"Yes," he replied simply.

went silent again, staring intently

Pretending to be calm, she asked, "What do you

forward, and Debbie spontaneously bent backwards. Her back was

left palm gently at the back of her neck and lowered his head to