Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082: Don’t take life for granted

"I can’t do it. I can’t... I’m scared..." Patricia whimpered, shaking her head and holding Angel’s eyes.

Angel didn’t carry the sharp expression he had earlier. Instead, his face softened, and he sighed heavily at this piece of work.

"Here," he breathed out, tossing her a can of beer, which he had bought when he left her earlier.

Patricia instinctively caught it in surprise, but what surprised her the most was when Angel suddenly plopped down a few feet from her. He leaned back on the railing, opening his own can of beer, his arm resting over his knees.

Angel chugged a mouthful, wincing even before he swallowed the beer. Arching a brow, he slid his eyes toward her.

"Are you drinking that or not?" he asked, his voice unfriendly, showing no care.

Patricia clasped the beer between her hands and lowered her head, staring at it. She half-expected him to say more or make fun of her. After all, he had dared her to kill herself and didn’t even stop her. But, to her surprise, he didn’t.

Curious about what he was doing, all she saw was Angel drinking his beer as if he were just chilling in his living room.

"You can laugh now," she taunted, making him raise a brow at her while drinking. "I can’t do it after all that fight I put up. So, you can laugh now or just say whatever speech you prepared."

Angel almost spat his beer in frustration. "God. You make even drinking impossible. Are you always this insufferable?"

"What?"

"I’m asking you if you’re always this insufferable?" he repeated, stressing the words in case that would make it clearer. "Damn. Can’t you just chill and give me a break? At least, let me finish this beer — geez! And give me yours if you’re not going to drink it! Obviously, a carton isn’t enough when dealing with you."

Patricia pursed her lips and threw the can at him, hitting him right in the temple. "Here’s your beer! It’s not like I drink something like this anyway!" she panicked when she heard him say, "Ack!"

"The heck?" Angel caught the can of beer and glared at her, making her shiver. "What is wrong with you!?"

Her mouth opened and closed, but she looked away from him. She peeked at him, but he was no longer glaring at her. Angel was already opening the can of beer and chugging it down as if she hadn’t just hit his forehead.

’Won’t he go all crazy?’ she wondered, waiting for him to lash out at her. ’I hit his head.’

But Angel didn’t. Noticing that she was looking at him with such curiosity, he furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Huh?" she flinched. "No — nothing."

"Tch."

With that, silence enveloped the two of them again. Patricia glanced at the bridge, catching sight of cars driving past at full speed. No one was stopping to check on the two people just sitting on the side of the bridge.

Patricia clasped her hands in her lap, her eyes stinging again. "Why?" she asked under her breath, unsure if he heard her because of the speeding cars that passed them.

"Ha?"

"Why... aren’t you saying anything?" she asked, tears falling onto the back of her hand. "After everything I said, why are you still here?"

Angel kept his unfriendly gaze on her before looking away. "I don’t like you."

"Huh?" Patricia slowly looked up at him, her forehead creasing.

"What else should I tell you?" he returned. "You hated everything, lashed out at people because you couldn’t control your emotions, and even tried to kill yourself. Not to mention, you threatened the people in the villa when you could’ve asked them politely."