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

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

woman shook her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?” she

Is this amnesia?

own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got

and take a look, she… how

Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She

didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding

her voice still

stood in place for several seconds, finally realizing

scared

acted so realistically that it would be a waste of talent not 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 speak while lying

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

okay, just

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

had fallen so

the teapot and poured some water

her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes playfully, “Refill

how

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

name made by 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

Omari, how did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an

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

offering yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I will admit

still being herself no matter what

forcefully bringing the conversation back on track. “Alright,

where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult

changed color. “Where are

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