Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 659

“Liana, what are you staring at?” Liana almost jumped, the tray in her hands wobbling as her supervisor snapped at her.

“Nothing,” she mumbled, snapping out of it. “Sorry, Hailee, I’ll take the food out now.”

Hailee stepped in front of her, her eyes cold behind her thick black glasses. “Let me give you some advice, Liana. Just because you’re in the same room as these customers doesn’t mean you’re in the same league. Don’t waste your time daydreaming about things that’ll never happen.”

Liana pressed her lips together and dropped her gaze, staying silent.

Hailee snorted and walked away.

After dropping off the food, Liana came back to her spot. The server next to her leaned over and whispered, “Don’t let her get to you. She’s just cranky and hates seeing young pretty girls around. Especially girls like you—smart, just working here to make ends meet. Seriously, don’t take it personally.”

Liana smiled a little. “I’m fine. Really.”

Just then, the manager strode over. “The front desk computer is acting up. Anyone here know how to fix it?”

Liana raised her hand. “I can try. I minored in computer science at university—I used to fix my classmates’ laptops all the time.”

“Go take a look,” the manager said.

At the computer, Liana quickly realized it was just a memory overload. As she fixed it, she glanced around to make sure nobody was watching and snuck a look at the reservations for the private rooms upstairs.

One of the rooms—Waterfront Pavilion—was booked under the name Salmeron.

She made a mental note and went back to work.

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Meanwhile, Ryan was driving Amelia to the big supermarket. First groceries, then cooking dinner at home together.

Ryan pushed the cart while Amelia walked ahead, picking out her favorite snacks. Soon the cart had a layer of chips and candy, then some veggies and meat.

People bustled by, and the two of them looked just like any happy couple out shopping for dinner—except Ryan stood out, his looks turning heads wherever he went.

Amelia had just picked up a carton of yogurt when she glanced back and saw Ryan being stopped by two young women. One of them was holding her phone, clearly working up the nerve to ask for his number.

Ryan pointed in Amelia’s direction. The girls turned, spotted her, and one of them blushed and gave a quick, apologetic nod before dragging her friend away.

Ryan strolled over and took the yogurt from Amelia’s hands, dropping it in the cart like nothing had happened.

Amelia sidled up to him, eyes bright. “So? Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”

Ryan grinned. “Explain what?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s do this more often, okay? Grocery shopping together.”

“Of course.”

“And you have to cook for me. A lot. Like, for the rest of our lives.”

“I promise.”

He agreed to everything, no hesitation.

But there was one thing Amelia didn’t dare say out loud: *What if you can’t keep your promises?* She didn’t even want to think about that.

Ryan went to line up at the register. Amelia’s phone rang; it was Donna asking if she’d put away one of Timmy’s winter coats. Amelia thought for a moment, told her which shelf in the closet to check, then hung up.

She was just heading back to Ryan when her phone rang again.

This time, the caller wasn’t Donna. It was George.