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.

and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered,

replaced by a look of nervousness and

biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at

Is this amnesia?

so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up to look for a

look, she… how

that he really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist with her

lose my memory. Just kidding with

just woke up, her voice still hoarse and

place for several seconds, finally realizing

was scared

me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to

and held her waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side

okay, just have

a concussion. Can’t expect it not

that she had fallen so hard that she had given

you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable

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

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 into trash bin before sitting down on the chair next to

how did I end up in hospital?” She

“Why do you care? Are you

you show your gratitude, then I will

too much!” Cheyenne rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really

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

every movement feeling exceptionally difficult

face changed color. “Where are my clothes?” she

he arrived