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.

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

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

head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I

Is this amnesia?

almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and

take a look, she… how could she have lost

believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red

didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding with

just woke up, her

in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she

scared to

scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to

Omari quickly reached out 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 a little, making

just have

a concussion. Can’t

that she had fallen so hard that

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

licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes playfully, “Refill

how thirsty she

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 eye-to-eye before speaking simultaneously, “You go

I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save

safe now.” “Why do you

yourself is how you show your gratitude, then

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

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

move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached

face changed color. “Where are my clothes?”

arrived at the