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 with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who… who are

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look

flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do

Is this amnesia?

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

she…

amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist with her small

lose my memory.

her

for several seconds, finally realizing that she

scared

talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling

lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side

okay, just have

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

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

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

her lips afterwards without realizing how

again as he watched how thirsty she was with

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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 cup into trash bin before sitting down on the chair next to Cheyenne’s

go first then… Omari, how did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save her just in

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

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

sick; still being herself no matter what happened – this

“Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell

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

changed color. “Where are

When he arrived at