Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

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!?"

peeked at him, but he was no longer glaring at her. Angel was already opening the can of beer and chugging

waiting for him to

Angel didn't. Noticing that she was looking at

she flinched. "No

"Tch."

of them again. Patricia glanced at the bridge, catching sight of cars driving past at full speed. No one was stopping to check

asked under

"Ha?"

back of her hand.

on her before looking away. "I don't like

slowly looked up at him, her

"You hated everything, lashed out at people because you couldn't control your emotions, and even tried to kill yourself. Not

eyes at her. "What do you want me to say? Everything already made me angry, but unlike you, I

hung her head low

face when she declared she wanted to die. "You didn't want to

you say? Did you think

looking back at her. "I said it

know?" she frowned. "If not for this ridiculous railing, I

not daring you to do it.

not a game,

granted. His tone was firmer now, and his expression sharp as he looked her straight in the eye. "If you really wanted to

mouth opened, but no words came out. All she could do was

who wants to die?" he asked quietly before

as he was reminded of Penny many years ago. "I saw it in the eyes of a young teen. It's not a look of sadness or anger, but rather... a look of indifference and

not saying this because I think you were bluffing," he clarified, just in

set his eyes back on her and sighed. "All I'm saying

relief you wanted someone to

no one cares, it's because no one cares and that's fine. This world doesn't revolve around you anyone. It just.... revolves, and it wouldn't stop even if all of humanity asked for it to. Time will still tick,