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.

instant she replaced her expression with

stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and

lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes

Is this amnesia?

put the

and take a look, she… how could

help but raise her red lips and show

lose my memory. Just

woke up, her voice still hoarse and

place for several seconds, finally realizing that

was scared

not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up

from the side and placing it behind her back. His

okay, just

“You have a concussion.

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

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

the water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes playfully, “Refill

her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

he was relieved that she woke up safely from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin before sitting down on

in hospital?” She only remembered

now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you

is how you show your gratitude,

sick; still being

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

every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that

“Where

unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital