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.

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

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

lip and flashing a pair of

Is this amnesia?

put the water bottle on the table and got up

and take a look, she… how could she have

her red lips and show a

lose my memory. Just kidding

up, her

in place for several seconds, finally realizing

scared to

Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried

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

just

replied coolly, “You have a concussion.

realized that she had fallen so

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

water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards

Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper

hospital?” She only remembered

“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

your

being herself

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

went straight to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for

color. “Where are my clothes?” she

the answer. When he arrived at the hospital