Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 646

Amelia was never a heavy sleeper, so when Ryan picked her up, she stirred even in her dreams. But the second she caught his scent, she relaxed, letting herself drift right back to sleep.

She only cracked her eyes open, bleary and confused, when he settled her into the car.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re home.” Ryan’s voice was soft and warm, and with the heater blowing, it was impossible not to give in. Her eyelids fluttered shut again.

The ride was smooth, almost hypnotic. Amelia shifted her head, stealing a glance at Ryan as he drove. His side profile was all sharp lines and quiet strength, the kind of handsome you don’t get tired of looking at.

“Ryan…” she murmured.

“Yeah?” he replied, eyes on the road.

Was it possible she liked him even more than yesterday? The thought made her chest ache in the best way.

Ryan waited, but when she didn’t answer, he glanced over. She was already out again, lost to sleep in the passenger seat.

He smiled quietly, reaching over to gently pull her coat back up over her shoulders.

They pulled into Sycamore Court.

Ryan carried her to the bedroom, then headed to his study. He found his medication, shook a few pills out, and swallowed them dry. He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, waiting for the dizziness to pass. When he finally opened his eyes, things were fuzzy for a second before the world snapped back into focus.

His computer screen lit up with an incoming video call. Dr. Will’s face appeared on the screen, hair white and perfectly combed, expression as serious as ever. Ryan managed a weak smile and clicked to accept.

Dr. Will was still at his office desk, the evening sky blazing red and orange through the window behind him.

“Mr. Packman, sorry to bother you, but I haven’t gotten your health data these last couple days.” The doctor adjusted his glasses, voice all business. “We agreed you’d keep me updated. You promised, at least for this year, you’d keep fighting—”

“Will,” Ryan interrupted, “I’ve changed my mind.”

That shut the doctor up. He stood so fast his chair almost tipped. “Mr. Packman, you don’t mean…”

“I know my own body better than anyone.” Ryan’s voice was calm, almost detached. “Whether I come now or in a month, my odds of survival are three percent. But the odds of ending up paralyzed are one hundred percent.”

The doctor fell silent. Three percent was being optimistic, and they both knew it.

Ryan gave a small, wry smile. “I’m your perfect test subject, aren’t I? I’m willing to play along, chase after that slim chance. Because my princess wants me to live. She wants me to have a long life. I want to bet on that, just once.”

But he couldn’t promise her forever. He couldn’t even promise he’d stay whole.

“Will, give me one month. That’s all I need,” Ryan said, his voice low and sure.

He wanted to give Amelia the best life possible.

Even if he couldn’t be the one by her side for all of it.