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

by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t you

her lip and flashing a pair

Is this amnesia?

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

a look, she… how could

her red lips and show a

lose my memory.

just woke up, her voice

in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she was really deceiving

was scared to

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 uncomfortable to speak

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

okay, just

“You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

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

then, 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

the water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked.

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato 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

up in hospital?” She

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

your gratitude, then I will admit it’s

rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being

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

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

face changed color. “Where

he arrived at the hospital