Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 482

Amelia took a steadying breath and stepped back, putting a little distance between herself and the man in front of her.

The lighting in the private room was dim, but she could still make out his features.

Ryan was leaning against the door. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the corners of his eyes were tinged red, like there was a hidden fire just beneath the surface. He looked down at her, his dark eyes reflecting her image—like she was trapped in his gaze and couldn’t get out.

Amelia pressed her lips together. “Ryan, are you drunk?”

He didn’t answer, just narrowed his eyes a bit.

A breeze drifted in through the half-opened carved window, blowing his dark hair across his forehead and making his eyes look even deeper, almost impossible to read.

“Amelia…”

It was the first time all night he’d said her name. His voice was so low and rough it sent a shiver through her.

He asked quietly, “Do you really hate me that much?”

He stared at her, his black eyes wet and intense, like he’d been holding back a storm for years.

Amelia froze. She’d never seen Ryan look so vulnerable, so lost.

“I don’t,” she said right away. Her voice was serious and soft. “Ryan, I don’t hate you at all. I mean it.”

Back in college, sure, she couldn’t stand him. But now… things were different.

Ryan didn’t buy it. “You’re lying. If you don’t hate me, why do you keep your distance?”

Amelia finally realized just how drunk he was.

She sighed. “Ryan, I just don’t like owing people. I can pay back money, but favors? I’m scared I’ll never be able to repay you.”

She’d barely finished when Ryan suddenly winced in pain, his brow furrowing. The next thing she knew, his tall frame wobbled and then collapsed toward her.

“Ryan!” Amelia rushed forward to catch him.

His forehead landed against her neck, burning hot. His whole body radiated heat, like he was running a fever.

It hit her all at once, and she frowned in disbelief.

“You’re burning up. Are you crazy? You have a fever and you’re still out drinking with Dr. Wade?”

“Amelia, apologize to me,” Ryan mumbled against her skin.

She rolled her eyes. “Get up first. You’re way too heavy for me to hold.”

He wouldn’t budge. “Apologize.”

Amelia stared at him, exasperated. Reasoning with a feverish drunk was pointless.

She gave in with a sigh. “Fine, I’m sorry. Happy now?”

Ryan just nuzzled into her neck like a cat, making her whole body tingle. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t move.

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