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.

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

a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t

and flashing a pair of bright

Is this amnesia?

own tongue. He put the

a look, she… how could she have lost

raise her red lips and show

lose my memory. Just kidding with

up, her voice still hoarse and

place for several seconds, finally

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 lying

the side and placing it behind

just have a

replied coolly, “You have a concussion.

she realized that she had fallen so

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 over to Cheyenne with

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

Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 eye-to-eye before speaking

first then… Omari, how did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did

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

is how you show your gratitude, then I will

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

on track. “Alright, let’s

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

face changed color. “Where are my

unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital