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.

an instant she replaced her expression with a

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look

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

Is this amnesia?

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

take a look, she… how

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

I didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding

up, her voice

for several seconds, finally

was scared

acted so realistically that it 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 up with one hand on the bed, finding it uncomfortable to speak while

from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved

okay, just have

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

Cheyenne’s lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a concussion… how

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

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

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

end up in hospital?” She

matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful

you show your

sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was

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

the hospital, I went straight to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone had changed her clothes without

changed color. “Where are

brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying in