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,

by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t you remember

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

Is this amnesia?

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

take a look, she… how could she have

she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed

I didn’t lose my memory. Just

just woke up, her voice

finally realizing that she was really deceiving

scared to

give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me

up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it

just

coolly, “You have a concussion. Can’t

had fallen so hard that she had given herself

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

water like an eager kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes

cup again as he watched how thirsty she was

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

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

right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards you if

offering yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I will

rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened –

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

crime scene where I found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every

color. “Where

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