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,

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

a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?” she

Is this amnesia?

was so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up to look for

Doctor, come and take a look, she…

but raise her red lips

lose my memory.

woke up, her voice still hoarse and

finally

scared

her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?”

from the side and placing it behind

just

concussion. Can’t

twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that

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

even licking her lips afterwards without

how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

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

do you care? Are you

your gratitude, then I will admit

being

on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell

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

“Where are my clothes?” she

he arrived at the hospital