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 bewildered

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t

a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I

Is this amnesia?

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

a look, she… how could she have lost

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 woke up, her

several seconds, finally realizing that she was really

scared

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

just have

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

Cheyenne’s lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had

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 to Cheyenne with the

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

watched how thirsty

“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 threw away the paper cup into trash bin before sitting down on

up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening;

his head. “That’s not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you if I

how you show your

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

the conversation back on track. “Alright,

something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket

changed color. “Where are my clothes?”

his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room,