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… who

on his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne, don’t you

her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of

Is this amnesia?

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

look, she…

really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn’t help but raise her red lips and show

I didn’t lose my memory. Just kidding

woke up, her

several seconds, finally realizing that

scared

you scared me to death. How are

waist, lifting her up while also grabbing a pillow from the side and placing it behind her back. His attentiveness and

just have a

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

that she had fallen so hard that

the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with

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

refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

name 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

end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion

his head. “That’s not important right now; what matters is that you’re safe now.” “Why do you care? Are you afraid I’ll be grateful towards

yourself is how you show your

when sick; still being herself no matter what happened

the conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s

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 pocket and realized that

face changed color. “Where

he arrived at