Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 355

When Amelia walked out with a bowl of noodles, Ryan was on the balcony, talking on the phone. The balcony was tiny, clothes strung up to dry. That’s when Amelia realized—with horror—that her bra was hanging less than two meters from where Ryan stood. Her cheeks went hot.

She tried to move quietly, sneaking over while Ryan wasn’t looking. She snatched her bra down and hid it behind her back.

Ryan hung up and turned around just in time to catch her red-handed. Their eyes met, and Amelia froze.

“Uh… the noodles are ready. They’re on the table. Eat first, then take your medicine. You can leave after that,” she blurted out, then retreated to her bedroom as fast as she could, tossing her bra onto the bed.

Ryan helped himself in the kitchen, grabbing two forks.

They sat across from each other, eating in silence. Ryan rolled up his sleeves and dug in like he was at home, totally relaxed.

Amelia, meanwhile, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Never in a million years did she think she’d end up eating noodles with Ryan in her own apartment. No matter how she looked at it, the whole thing felt way too weird.

Ryan’s phone went off a few times during the meal, but he just glanced at it and silenced the calls.

When they finished, Amelia started to get up and clear the table, but Ryan stopped her with a look. “Sit.”

He picked up their bowls and utensils and took them to the kitchen, washing everything quickly and efficiently.

Watching him, Amelia suddenly remembered: Ryan used to work part-time jobs back in college to cover his tuition. With a face like his, everyone assumed he was some rich heir, especially when he first started school. But when people found out he didn’t have a dime to his name, their curiosity turned into schadenfreude.

No matter what he did, people always noticed him.

“Amelia.”

She snapped back to reality. “Yeah?”

Ryan dried his hands and spoke calmly, “If you ever run into a guy who expects you to cook and clean up after him, stay away from him.”

“Okay,” she said without thinking.

Honestly, she wanted to stay away from all men these days. But she’d never admit that to Ryan. They weren’t nearly close enough for her to spill her guts about stuff like that.

Once everything was cleaned up, Amelia walked Ryan to the elevator.

“Thanks again for helping me tonight. Get home safe,” she said, polite as ever.

Ryan looked at her for a moment before saying softly, “Goodnight, Amelia.”

She smiled. “Goodnight.”

The elevator doors slid shut, her face disappearing behind them.

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