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.

in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who… who are

his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and

pair of bright

Is this amnesia?

surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on

come and take a look, she… how could she

her red lips and show a mischievous smile.

my

her voice still

finally realizing that she was really

scared

her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand on the bed, finding

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

okay, just

“You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that

Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before

licking her lips afterwards without realizing

her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

made by Cheyenne made Omari feel like slapping himself in frustration for saying something 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

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

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

you show your gratitude, then I

even when sick; still being

bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell me what

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

changed color. “Where are my

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