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.

replaced her expression with a

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

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

Is this amnesia?

he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and

come and take a look, she… how

he 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 her

my memory. Just

woke up, her

finally realizing that she

scared

not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death.

her waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved Cheyenne a little, making him her most loyal

okay, just

“You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

had fallen so hard

some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before

drank the water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how

cup again as he watched how

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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.

I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari

head. “That’s not important right 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

your gratitude, then

eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who

conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point.

to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and

face changed color. “Where are

furrowed his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying in