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.

slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, “Who… who are

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

pair of bright eyes at him. “Do I know

Is this amnesia?

was so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the

come and take a look, she… how could she

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

my memory. Just

up, her voice still hoarse and

place for several seconds, finally realizing that she

scared to

of talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. “You naughty girl, you scared me to death.

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

just have a

have a concussion. Can’t expect

that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a

yeah, didn’t you want some water? Here!” Omari picked up the teapot and poured some water into a disposable cup halfway before walking

waiting for milk; even licking her lips afterwards without realizing how alluring she looked. She

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

“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 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

did I end up in hospital?” She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save her

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

yourself is how you show your gratitude,

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

the conversation back on track. “Alright, let’s get back to the point. Tell me what you

found something interesting…” Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling

face changed color. “Where

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