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.

flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression

on his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of

lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes

Is this amnesia?

He put the water bottle on

take a look, she… how could she

he really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show

my memory. Just kidding with

her voice still hoarse and

for several seconds, finally

was scared

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

her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved

okay, just have a

a concussion. Can’t expect it not to

lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so

then, rest well 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

milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how

as he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 before speaking simultaneously, “You go

up in hospital?” She only remembered an

now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you

your gratitude, then

sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really was

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

interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone had changed

color. “Where are my

When he arrived at the hospital room,