Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 660

Amelia turned away from the checkout and answered her phone.

“Mr. Packman. What’s up?”

George’s voice came through, low and teasing, with that rough edge he always had. “Ms. Sadinton, you really are something. My wild-dog little brother turns into a model citizen the second you’re around. In a crowd, he almost passes for normal.”

Amelia went stiff, instantly alert. She scanned the area and spotted George outside the glass doors, Paxton standing behind his wheelchair.

George held his phone in one hand, and with the other, he gave her a lazy little wave.

She glanced back. Ryan was still busy paying, not noticing any of this.

“What do you want?” Amelia kept her voice low.

George chuckled. “Are you scared of me, Ms. Sadinton? I’m a lot gentler than Ryan. Besides, I’m your patient now. Shouldn’t you be more concerned about me?”

She had no interest in playing games with him.

“You’ve been stable lately. I’ll bring your new meds tomorrow and check on you then,” she said, voice clipped. “But George, don’t forget what we agreed. I treat you, you leave Ryan alone.”

George let out a hoarse laugh that turned into a cough.

He looked past Amelia, eyes locked on Ryan across the store. After a moment, his tone shifted, heavy with meaning. “Seems like you care about that lunatic more than I thought.”

“Watch your mouth,” Amelia shot back, her anger barely contained.

She hated hearing anyone talk about Ryan that way. She’d protect him, whatever it took.

George’s voice went cool. “Relax, Ms. Sadinton. You keep your promise, I’ll keep mine. I’m only calling to say I have an important appointment tomorrow, so we need to change the meeting spot. Paxton will pick you up. If you’re scared, you don’t have to come. But...”

His tone turned cold as ice. “If you don’t play fair, don’t expect me to, either.”

Amelia didn’t reply.

The call ended. Outside, Paxton was already wheeling George away.

“Amelia?” Ryan’s voice broke through her thoughts. She quickly composed herself and turned to him with a casual smile as he stepped over.

“That’s a lot of groceries. Let me carry a bag,” she offered, reaching for one of his shopping bags. He easily pulled it out of her reach.

He shifted both bags to one arm and slipped his free hand into hers, tucking it into his coat pocket like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Donna. I talked to Timmy too, just catching up.” Amelia kept her expression calm, not giving anything away.

She rarely lied, but when she did, nobody could tell.

Ryan didn’t suspect a thing. He held her hand all the way back to the car. Inside, mellow classical music played, the heat was perfect, and Amelia leaned back, watching Ryan as he drove, a quiet, contented smile on her lips.

A deep, peaceful happiness filled her.

She wanted to hold onto this—no matter what it cost.

“Mr. Salmeron, I...” Liana started.

Before she could finish, Clive moved in, step by step, until she was backed against the wall.

Liana pressed her hands to his chest, trying to slow him down.

“Salmeron...”

He smelled of whiskey, and his voice came out rough and low. “Call me Clive.”

She bit her lip, nerves fluttering. “Clive.”

Clive’s last bit of self-control snapped. He reached out, his hand gentle on her trembling cheek.

“Amelia... come back, please. I swear I’ll make it right this time. I’ll love you, I’ll cherish you. Just... don’t love anyone else.”

His voice was hoarse, eyes glazed from the alcohol, but underneath it all burned a fierce longing.

Liana shuddered.

She knew he wasn’t really talking to her.

“You’re drunk,” she whispered. “I...”

Before she could finish, Clive leaned in and kissed her—hard, desperate, like he was trying to drown out everything else.