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.

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

smile on his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne,

a pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know you?”

Is this amnesia?

he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the

a look, she…

but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari’s wrist with her small

lose my memory. Just kidding with

up, her voice

stood in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she was really

scared

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

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

okay, just have

a concussion. Can’t expect it

realized that she had fallen so hard that she

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

an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards

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 chair next to Cheyenne’s bed. They looked at each other eye-to-eye before speaking simultaneously, “You go

She only

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

yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I

being herself no matter what happened – this was who Cheyenne really

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

after I 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

When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was