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

by a look

and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do

Is this amnesia?

bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up to

look, she… how could she have

had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile.

my memory.

up, her voice still

seconds, finally realizing that she was

was scared

girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand on the bed, finding it uncomfortable to speak while lying

and held 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

just

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t expect

realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given

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

kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing

Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

so silly earlier but he 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 to Cheyenne’s bed. They looked at each other

up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save her just in

matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you

how you show your gratitude, then I will admit it’s my

even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this

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

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

“Where are my clothes?”

brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital