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.

flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression

his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness

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

look, she… how could she have lost her

red lips and show a mischievous smile.

my memory. Just kidding

up, her voice still hoarse and

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

scared to

me to death. How are you feeling now?” Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand on the bed, finding it uncomfortable to

her waist, lifting her up 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 not to

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

picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with

her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring

refilled her cup again as he 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 looked at each

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

his head. “That’s not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you

is how you show your gratitude, then I will admit

being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really

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

after I left 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 her

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

he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying in