She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 138: Mr. Lara, Please Be Serious

When the pungent smell of disinfectant constantly wafted into her nostril, Cheyenne finally realized that she was in a hospital

Her head hurt so much!

Just as she was about to wonder why she ended up in the hospital, a sharp pain shot through her and a weak voice escaped from her red lips. Cheyenne reached out with her fair and delicate hand to touch her head.

The rough texture between her fingers left her somewhat perplexed. She glanced at herself in the glass window.

Gauze?

“What’s wrong with me?*

Cheyenne only remembered coming out of the hospital and driving home, when she encountered several thugs who tried to surround her on the way.

The last moment of memory was the mushroom cloud rising steadily.

The oncoming wall of fire seemed poised to engulf her entirely, leaving nothing behind but ashes. And then what happened?

How did she get to the hospital?

Cheyenne couldn’t recall anything about this memory, and whenever she tried to think harder, the pain would start again.

“Ah…”

“Cheyenne, are you awake? That’s great!”

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from the entrance. The next moment, a white figure rushed towards her.

Those charming eyes were filled with surprise, and a warm smile like a spring breeze was on his handsome face.

slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered,

face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne,

a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do

Is this amnesia?

was so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and

take a look, she… how

she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist

didn’t lose my

just woke up, her voice still hoarse and

several seconds, finally

scared to

scared me to death. How

pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved Cheyenne a little, making

just

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t expect it not

that she had fallen so hard

and don’t think about anything else. Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over

waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she

watched how

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

Omari feel like slapping himself in frustration for saying something so silly earlier but he was relieved that she woke up safely from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin before sitting down on the chair next to Cheyenne’s bed. They looked at each other eye-to-eye

up in hospital?” She only

now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you if I find out it was your

you show your gratitude, then I

being herself no matter what happened –

track. “Alright,

the hospital, I went straight to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling

color. “Where are my clothes?”

of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital