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.

in an instant she replaced her expression with

smile on his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness

biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him.

Is this amnesia?

surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up

take a look, she… how could she

help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s

I didn’t lose my memory. Just

her voice still hoarse and

finally realizing that she was really

scared

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

a pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved Cheyenne a

okay, just have a

a concussion. Can’t

that she had fallen

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

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

thing.” Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin before

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

is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards

yourself is how you show your gratitude,

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

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

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

arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was