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 with a bewildered one. She

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

flashing a pair of bright eyes

Is this amnesia?

his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the

she… how

her red lips and

my memory. Just kidding with

just woke up, her voice still hoarse and

for several seconds, finally realizing that she was

scared to

me to death.

from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and gentleness moved Cheyenne a little, making him her

just

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

as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had

don’t think 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 the cup in

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

watched how thirsty she

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

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

what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you

your gratitude, then I will admit

her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really

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

every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized

“Where

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