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.

eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who… who

by a look of nervousness and disbelief.

biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes

Is this amnesia?

the water bottle on the table and got up to look for

she… how could she have

believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile.

lose my memory. Just kidding with

her

place for several seconds, finally realizing that

was scared

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

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

just have

a concussion. Can’t

had fallen

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

waiting for milk; even licking her lips

again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern.

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

end up in hospital?” She

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

how you show your gratitude, then I will admit

when sick; still being herself

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

Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone

color. “Where are

his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital