Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 603

Amelia paused, her heart thumping as Ryan leaned in, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek.

She instinctively leaned back. “Ryan, what are you—”

Before she could finish, Ryan slipped his hand behind her and snagged a throw pillow.

“What am I what?” he said, eyebrows raised, a teasing smile playing on his lips as if he had no idea what she meant.

Amelia just stared at him.

She was beginning to realize that when Ryan wanted to be annoying, he was really good at it.

“Give me your hand,” Amelia said. “I want to check your pulse.”

Ryan held out his hand without arguing.

Amelia looked down, focusing as she pressed her fingers to his wrist. The pulse she felt was anything but normal, and it sent a jolt of worry through her, but she kept her expression steady and calm.

After a few moments, she let go of his hand.

“You’re recovering a lot better than I expected,” she said.

Ryan answered casually, “The Packman family got me the best doctors and the best medicine. They want me back on my feet as fast as possible.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Amelia went to open it and found a maid standing there, holding out a shopping bag. Inside were fresh clothes, a silky-looking nightgown, and a bunch of skincare and makeup products.

Amelia could instantly tell the maid had the wrong idea.

The maid gave her a polite smile. “Ms. Sadinton, I hope you and Mr. Packman have a wonderful evening. I’ll bring breakfast up for you tomorrow.”

“Wait, I—” Amelia started, but the maid just gave a little bow and walked away.

When she turned around, Ryan was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a half-smile. His messy hair fell into his eyes, making him look kind and a little bit like a big, scruffy dog.

“Come on, Ms. Sadinton,” he said. “Let me show you to the guest room. You can grab a shower and change into something clean.”

Amelia shoved the lacy lingerie as deep into the bag as it would go and tried to keep a straight face.

Ryan led her down the hall to a guest suite and pointed at the bathroom.

“No, no!” Dr. Morgan nearly shouted. “When Dr. Wade first showed them to me, I didn’t get it either. But just now—my colleague in Switzerland, he’s a theoretical physicist—he just worked out a brand new formula half an hour ago. It’s exactly the same as what your grandfather wrote on that blackboard!”

Amelia’s jaw dropped.

Dr. Morgan rushed on, “I swear on my career, I never showed your photos to anyone. This is something your grandfather figured out before anyone else.”

That meant all those formulas her grandfather wrote on the board hadn’t been discovered yet, but they would be, someday.

Maybe that’s how her grandfather managed to preserve her grandmother’s body in amber.

But if her grandmother’s body hadn’t decayed at all, did that mean her grandfather already knew about this future technology when she died?

“Ms. Sadinton, who is your grandfather, really? Would it be possible for me to meet him?”

“He has advanced dementia now. I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to talk with you,” Amelia said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Honestly, maybe it’s all just a coincidence.”

“I understand,” Dr. Morgan said, clearly disappointed but resigned.

After a moment, Amelia asked softly, “Dr. Morgan, if research keeps going in this direction, do you think it’s possible? Could people really travel through time and go back to the past?”