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.

instant she replaced her expression with a

by a look of

and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do

Is this amnesia?

that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on

take a look, she… how could

help but raise her red lips

didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding

her

place for several seconds, finally realizing that she was really

was scared 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

out and held 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

okay, just have

have a concussion. Can’t expect it

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

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

like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring

he watched how thirsty she was

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

Cheyenne made Omari feel 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.

end up in hospital?” She only

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

how you show your gratitude, then I

cutely even when sick; still being herself

throat, forcefully bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright,

struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her

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

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