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.

flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one.

stiffened, replaced by a

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

Is this amnesia?

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

Doctor, come and take a look, she… how could she have lost

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

my memory. Just kidding with

just woke up, her voice still hoarse

in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she

was scared to

realistically that it would be a waste of talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me

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

just have

have a concussion. Can’t expect it not to

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

picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with the cup in

even licking her lips afterwards without realizing

her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do you want

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

name made by Cheyenne made Omari feel like 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

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

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

you show your gratitude,

too much!” Cheyenne rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no

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

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

face changed color. “Where are

answer. When he arrived at the