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.

she replaced her expression with a

a look of

her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes

Is this amnesia?

tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got

a look, she… how could

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

my memory.

just woke up, her voice still hoarse

place for several seconds, finally realizing that she was

was scared

Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand

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 him

okay, just

a concussion. Can’t

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

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

waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes

thing.” Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

slapping himself in frustration for saying something so silly earlier but he was relieved that she woke up safely from unconsciousness. He

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

do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful

offering yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I will admit it’s my

sick; still being

cleared his throat, forcefully bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright,

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

changed color. “Where are my clothes?”

When he arrived at