Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 604

“It’s possible—at least, we know it can happen on a quantum level. But for a person to actually travel through time, they’d have to be broken down into quantum particles. In theory, it could work, but the risks are massive. After being taken apart, you’d have to be put back together again. Basically, it’s like grinding someone down to dust and then rebuilding them from scratch,” Dr. Morgan said with a sigh. “Maybe the technology will be there in a few decades. But even then, it would be incredibly risky and painful. People are made of flesh and blood. If you broke all that apart and tried to reconstruct it, there’d probably be some serious consequences.”

Given how old her grandfather was, there was no way he’d live long enough to see that kind of tech. But then, how did he keep her grandmother’s body perfectly preserved? And what about those strange formulas on the blackboard?

Amelia felt a headache coming on.

She closed her eyes for a moment and said quietly, “Thank you for explaining all this, Dr. Morgan.”

He waved her off with a teasing smile. “No problem at all. For a second there, I thought maybe your grandpa was a time traveler, considering all those crazy discoveries.”

Amelia set her phone down and walked into the bathroom. She stood under the shower, cranked up the water as hot as it would go, and let it wash over her head. Her thoughts were a mess, but as the water poured down, she started to calm down, piece by piece.

When she finished, she changed into clean clothes and stepped back out. Ryan was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, she remembered what George had said about the third floor. She hesitated, but then took the elevator up.

The hallway was dark, only a few windows open. Sheer curtains fluttered in the night breeze. At the very end was a room, its big door closed tight.

Amelia walked over and slowly pushed it open.

Inside, she was surrounded by paintings—so many she lost count. She flicked on the light and saw them clearly for the first time. Hundreds, maybe thousands of canvases, and every single one was of her.

Most of them showed her from behind.

She moved from painting to painting, her eyes burning with emotion.

No wonder Ryan could draw her so perfectly last time. It wasn’t just talent. He’d drawn her so many times before.

She walked all the way to the balcony and leaned over the railing. Down below, in the moonlight, was a sea of yellow roses swaying in the breeze.

The sight took her breath away. She didn’t even hear Ryan’s footsteps behind her until he was right there.

“I wanted to wait for a sunny day to show you this,” Ryan said, stopping next to her. “But the moonlight is pretty nice, too.”

He gave her a puzzled look. “What’s up?”

Before he could finish, Amelia turned around, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him in close.

Ryan froze.

They were so close now, he could see the blush crawling up her cheeks.

“Ryan…” she breathed, hands shaking where they clutched his shirt. She was so nervous, but she managed to push the words out, “I—”

Ryan realized where this was going and couldn’t help smiling.

Just as she tried to say it, he leaned down and kissed her. Amelia was caught completely off guard. Her eyes flew open, and all she could see were Ryan’s dark, smiling eyes right in front of her.

“I’ll be the one to confess,” he whispered.