Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 582

Before Amelia could step forward, Ryan had already opened the car door.

He flashed her a sly smile and held out his hand. “Mind lending me a hand?”

She took it, steadying his arm with her other hand as she helped him out of the car. His hand was big, completely wrapping around hers, cool to the touch—almost unnaturally so.

Amelia guided him slowly to a nearby bench and helped him sit. The streetlights stretched their shadows across the pavement, making them look closer than they really were.

“How long have you been waiting?” she asked.

“About five minutes before you showed up,” Ryan said smoothly.

He didn’t mention that he’d actually been there long enough to watch the whole sunset from the front seat.

Amelia reached for his wrist, checking his pulse. She could feel Ryan’s gaze fixed on her, steady and unblinking, like she was something rare he couldn’t look away from.

She forced herself to focus, tuning out the intensity in his eyes and the quiet steadiness of his hand beneath hers.

Weird. His body’s recovery seemed way faster than normal…

“George didn’t give you anything weird, did he?” Amelia asked, her tone suddenly sharp.

She knew about those experimental meds—ones that boosted healing but came with nasty side effects, different for everyone. They’d been banned after just one round of trials.

“No,” Ryan said, shaking his head.

She gave him a look. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ryan just leaned back on the bench, looking annoyingly calm and a little smug, eyes locked on her. His lips curved up. “I’m not lying.”

That got her to relax a bit. “Just keep taking the stuff I gave you, okay? I’ll find something better, but for now, you’ve got to look after yourself.”

He nodded.

“I remember my grandpa had all these rare old medical books—real treasures. He never even told me where he kept them.” Amelia sighed. “And now, with how he is… there’s no way to ask.”

Ryan just listened, letting her ramble.

A chilly breeze swept by, and goosebumps prickled up Amelia’s arms. She was only wearing short sleeves.

A second later, Ryan’s jacket was around her shoulders, still warm from his body.

“You shouldn’t get cold,” he said, gentle but firm.

She moved to shrug it off, but Ryan pressed her shoulder, stopping her.

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