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.

she replaced her expression with a bewildered

his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness

biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at

Is this amnesia?

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

look, she… how could she have

he really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red

didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding

just woke up, her

in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she

scared

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

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

okay, just

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t expect it

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

else. Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured

licking her lips afterwards

he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

safely from unconsciousness. He threw away the paper cup into trash bin before sitting down on the chair next to Cheyenne’s bed.

up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did

not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you if I find out it was

offering yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I will admit it’s my

think too much!” Cheyenne rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really

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

I left the hospital, I went straight to crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling

“Where

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