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

face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief.

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

Is this amnesia?

He put the water bottle on

a look, she… how could

Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show

my memory. Just kidding

woke up, her

for several seconds, finally realizing that she

was scared

scared me to death. How are you

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

okay, just have a

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

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

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

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

how thirsty she was with

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

up safely from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin

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

do you care? Are you

offering yourself is how you show your gratitude,

rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no

“Alright, let’s

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

“Where are

unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was