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.

eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She

immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. “Cheyenne,

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

Is this amnesia?

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

she… how could she have lost her

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

lose my

up, her voice still hoarse

finally realizing that she was really

scared to

scared me to death. How

this, 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

just

“You have a concussion.

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

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 the cup in

kitten waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She narrowed her eyes playfully,

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

“Nope… thanks, Potato Omari.”

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

up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did

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

you show your gratitude,

still being herself no

back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to

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

“Where are my clothes?”

answer. When he arrived