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

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

her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of

Is this amnesia?

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

a look, she… how could she have lost

really 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

up, her voice still

finally realizing that she

was scared

it would be a waste of talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me

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

okay, just

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

twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that

you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with the cup

licking her lips afterwards without

how thirsty

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 to Cheyenne’s bed. They looked at each other

did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save her just

safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards

your gratitude, then

cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this

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

struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for

color. “Where are my clothes?”

answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying