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."