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

a look of nervousness and

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

Is this amnesia?

so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water

a look, she… how could she have

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

didn’t lose my

woke up, her

in place for several seconds, finally realizing that

scared

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

up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing

okay, just have a

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

she had fallen so hard that she had given herself

and don’t 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 in

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

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 speaking

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

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

your gratitude, then I will admit

sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this was who

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

every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone had changed her clothes without

color. “Where are my clothes?” she

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