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… who are

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

pair of bright eyes at him.

Is this amnesia?

that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up to

and take a look, she… how could she have

amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a

I didn’t lose my memory.

her voice

several seconds, finally realizing that she was really deceiving

scared to

Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you

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,

just

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t

Cheyenne’s lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had

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

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

as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern.

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

end up in hospital?” She only remembered

you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be

show your gratitude, then

sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this

track. “Alright, let’s

hospital, 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 changed her clothes

color. “Where are my clothes?”

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