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.

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

by a look of nervousness

lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I

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 for a

come and take a look, she… how could she have

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

I didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding with

up, her voice still hoarse

for several seconds, finally realizing that she was

was scared to

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,

held her waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and

okay, just have a

a concussion. Can’t expect

lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given

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

licking her lips afterwards without realizing

watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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. They

hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save

that you’re safe now.” “Why do you

show your gratitude, then I will admit

still being herself no matter what

cleared his throat, forcefully bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell me

to move, every movement feeling exceptionally

changed color. “Where are my clothes?”

furrowed his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne