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 bewildered one. She whispered, “Who… who

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

woman shook her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair

Is this amnesia?

He put the water bottle

come and take a look, she… how could

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

my memory. Just kidding with

woke up, her

finally realizing that she was

was scared

that 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 the bed, finding it

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

just have a

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

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

an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing

refilled her cup again as he watched how

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 into trash bin before sitting down on the chair next to Cheyenne’s bed.

end up in hospital?” She

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

yourself is how you show your

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

track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell me what you

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

changed color. “Where are my clothes?” she

he arrived at