Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 680

Amelia took a hot shower and crawled into bed. Her body was wiped out, but her mind just wouldn’t quit. No matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn’t come.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, thoughts swirling, before exhaustion finally started to win. She was drifting somewhere between awake and asleep when she felt the mattress dip behind her. Before she even had a chance to open her eyes, Ryan slid in and pulled her into his arms.

His skin was cool against hers. Amelia frowned a little, her hand reaching out automatically to check his pulse.

Ryan tucked his face into her neck, letting out a muffled laugh. “Dr. Song, are you on the clock again?”

She wasn’t in the mood to joke. Focusing on his pulse, she finally relaxed a bit when she realized he wasn’t worse.

Rolling over to face him, she cupped his face with both hands. “You have to take care of yourself. Promise me. I’ll find a cure for you—I will. No matter what.”

Her words came out so firm it surprised even her. Ryan could tell this wasn’t just for him. She needed to say it for herself, too.

He looked at her with a softness that made her heart ache. “Of course. My princess can do anything.”

She grinned. “Ryan, I feel like if I said the sun rises in the west, you’d just agree with me.”

He closed his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he pulled her closer. “If you say so, it must be true.”

He wasn’t just trying to make her feel better, either. He meant it, every word.

Amelia closed her eyes, her smile growing. “So, who won? You or Timmy?”

Ryan traced lazy circles on the back of her neck. “It was a tie.”

She laughed. “That’s pretty impressive. Timmy’s no pushover. To hold your own against him, that’s worth celebrating.”

Ryan chuckled. “What if I just let him win?”

She opened one eye, giving him a look. “Come on. You’d never let anyone win. Not unless it was me.”

Ryan was quiet for a second, then let out a deep laugh, his chest shaking.

It was rare for Amelia to tease him like that, and his reaction made her cheeks heat up. She gave him a playful punch on the chest.

“Ryan!” she huffed, her voice soft and sweet, the kind that could melt anyone.

No one else ever got to see her like this. Playful. Open.

Ryan’s smile only got warmer. He caught her hand and pressed it to his chest, right over his heart, so she could feel it beating.

Zoe. That was a woman’s name.

Amelia’s memory was sharp. She instantly remembered seeing Ryan with a woman named Zoe before—the shipping magnate’s daughter, the one who’d come back to the country with him and ended up in the tabloids.

She’d met Zoe once, too. A little spoiled, like a porcelain doll—pretty and delicate.

Ryan always called Amelia his princess, but if we’re being honest, Zoe was the real thing.

Of course, Ryan had business with Zoe’s family. It made sense he’d need to keep her happy.

With a small sigh, Amelia turned and walked away, quietly.

Back on the balcony, Ryan’s shoulders—tense a moment ago—finally relaxed.

By the time Amelia finished getting ready, Ryan was still out on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear. She didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, she headed downstairs to the dining room.

Timmy was already at the table, sending voice messages to Penny from his little phone, his expression all business. Amelia wondered what those two could possibly be discussing so seriously.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Donna greeted her with a big smile as soon as she walked in. “Mr. Packman really thinks of everything. He had fresh fruit, veggies, and meat delivered first thing this morning. The fridge is packed, so breakfast was easy. I’ve made sandwiches—would you like one, or is there something else you’d prefer?”