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.

her

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness

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

Is this amnesia?

tongue. He put the water

look, she… how could

Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist with her

my memory. Just kidding

up, her

several seconds, finally realizing that she was really deceiving

scared to

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

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

okay, just have

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t expect it not to

fallen

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

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

he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

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

“That’s not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are

your gratitude, then I will admit

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

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

went straight to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for

face changed color. “Where are

the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room,