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.

in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She

by a look of nervousness and disbelief.

and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?” she

Is this amnesia?

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

she… how could she have lost her

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

I didn’t lose my

just woke up, her voice still

in place for several seconds, finally realizing

was scared to

her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling

the side and placing it behind her

okay, just have

a concussion.

lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a

think about anything else. Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into

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

again as he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

Omari, how did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered

not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid

show your gratitude, then I will

sick; still being herself no matter what

bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell me what you

move, every

color. “Where

answer. When he arrived at