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.

an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who…

by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne,

lip and flashing a pair

Is this amnesia?

his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table

look, she… how could she

help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist

didn’t lose my memory.

up, her voice still hoarse and

seconds, finally

scared

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

her waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and

just have a

“You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a concussion…

the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to

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

her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. “Do

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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. They looked at each other eye-to-eye before

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

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

show your gratitude, then I will

rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened –

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

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

changed color. “Where are my clothes?” she

When he arrived at