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 whispered, “Who… who

a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t you remember

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

Is this amnesia?

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

look, she… how could

he really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist with

I didn’t lose my memory. Just

her voice still

several seconds, finally realizing that she was really

was scared to

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 it uncomfortable to speak

held her waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side

okay, just

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

as she realized that she had fallen so hard

water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with the cup in his

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

cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do you want

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

that she woke up safely from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin before sitting down

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

you’re safe now.” “Why do you

you show your gratitude, then I will

rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened

“Alright, let’s get back to the

found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone had changed her

changed color. “Where are my clothes?” she

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