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.

instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who…

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness

her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?” she

Is this amnesia?

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

take a look, she… how could

but raise her red

my

up, her voice still hoarse

in place for several seconds, finally

was scared

her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?”

Omari quickly reached 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 a little,

just have a

have a concussion. Can’t

lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard

well and don’t think about anything else. Oh yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and

for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari

safe now.” “Why do you care?

you show your gratitude, then I

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

on track. “Alright, let’s get back to

left the 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

“Where are

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