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.

her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered,

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

her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?” she

Is this amnesia?

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

look, she… how could she have lost

Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s

my memory. Just kidding

just woke up, her

for several seconds, finally realizing that

scared

so realistically that it would be a waste of talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling

pillow from the side

just

“You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

she realized that she had fallen so hard that

the

her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her

cup again as he watched how thirsty she was

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

name 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

go first then… Omari, how did I end up in hospital?” She only

not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you if I find out

is how you show your gratitude, then I

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

“Alright, let’s get back

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

face changed color. “Where are my clothes?” she

of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying in