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.

replaced her expression with a

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

pair of

Is this amnesia?

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

take a look, she… how could she

had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show

my memory.

woke up, her voice still hoarse and

seconds, finally realizing that

scared to

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 now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand on

grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it behind her

just have

have a concussion. Can’t expect it not

that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a concussion…

rest well and don’t think about anything else. Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over

water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She

how thirsty she was with great concern.

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

so silly earlier but he was relieved that she woke up safely from unconsciousness.

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

what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll

is how you show your gratitude, then I

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

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

left the hospital, I went straight to crime scene where I 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 clothes without

“Where are my

furrowed his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived