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 cfrom 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 handsface. Cheyenne's eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant she replaced her expression with a bewildered one. She whispered, "Who... who are you?" The smile on his face immediately stiffened, replaced by a look of nervousness and disbelief. "Cheyenne, don't you remember me?" The woman shook her head, biting her lip and flashing a pair of bright eyes at him. "Do I know you?" she asked.

Is this amnesia? Omari was so surprised that he almost bit his own tongue. He put the water bottle on the table and got up to look for a doctor.

"Doctor! Doctor, cand take a look, she... how could she have lost her memory?" Seeing that he really believed she had amnesia, Cheyenne couldn't help but raise her red lips and show a mischievous smile. She grabbed Omari's wrist with her small hand.

"Okay, I didn't lose my memory. Just kidding with you." She just woke up, her voice still hoarse and weak.

Omari stood in place for several seconds, finally realizing that she was really deceiving him He was scared to death.

She acted so realistically that it would be a waste of talent not to give her the Best Actress Award. "You naughty girl, you scaredto death. How are you feeling now?" Cheyenne tried to sit up with one hand on the bed, finding it uncomfortable to speak while lying down.

Seeing 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 moved Cheyenne a little, making him her most loyal follower.

"I'm okay, just have a headache." Omari replied coolly, "You have a concussion. Can't expect it not to hurt." Concussion? Cheyenne's lips twitched as she realized that she had fallen so hard that she had given herself a concussion... how ridiculous! "Okay then, rest well and don't think about anything else. Oh yeah, didn't you want swater? Here!" Omari picked up the teapot and poured swater into a disposable cup halfway before walking over to Cheyenne with the cup in his hand.

She drank 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 please." "Sure thing." Omari refilled her cup again as he watched how thirsty she was with great concern. "Do you want more?" "Nope... thanks, Potato Omari." Hearing this nmade 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 go first!" "I'll go first then... Omari, how did I end up in hospital?" She only remembered an explosion happening; did Omari save her just in time? Omari shook 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 you if I find out it was your doing?" "If offering yourself is how you show your gratitude, then I will admit it's my doing." "You think too much!" Cheyenne rolled her eyes cutely even when sick; still being herself no matter what happened - this was who Cheyenne really was inside.

Omari cleared his throat, forcefully bringing the conversation back on track. "Alright, let's get back to the point. Tellwhat you remember." "Yes, after I left the hospital, I went straight to crscene where I found something interesting..." Cheyenne struggled to move, every movement feeling exceptionally difficult for her. She reached into her pocket and realized that someone had changed her clothes without her knowledge.

Her face changed color. "Where are my clothes?" she asked.

Omari furrowed his brow, unsure of the answer. When he arrived at the hospital room, Cheyenne was already lying in bed.

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "I'll look for them." He got up and searched around the room until he found Cheyenne's clothes in a plastic bin in the bathroom. Luckily, the nurse hadn't taken them away yet.

"Here they are," Omari said as he handed them over to Cheyenne.

"In my pocket there should be two beads," she said urgently.

Omari raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he lifted up Cheyenne's white tank top with his long, slender hands: "This shirt is so short! Can you even wear it outside?" "Mr. Lara, please be serious!" Cheyenne pleaded with him.

"Okay," Omari replied before pretending to take things seriously this taround. He picked up her shorts and shook his head helplessly at how short they were... He dug into her clothes pocket and pulled out two brown beads that looked like ordinary wooden beads at first glance. "Are they what you talk about?" "Yes, I found it at the scene of the incident. Then, as I was driving back, I realized I was being followed."

Cheyenne closed her eyes, recalling the group of people. "They werem dressed in black wearing masks. They seemed organized and disciplined, not like ordinary thugs." Ordinary thugs wouldn't cat her with five cars.

Omari couldn't help but feel impressed by their strength while also worrying about Cheyenne's safety.

If they ever cafter her again, Omari couldn't imagine what might happen.

"Cheyenne, why don't you cstay with me?" Before Omari could finish speaking, a cold voice interrupted him from outside of the door. "She can't stay with you!" A proud and aloof figure suddenly appeared before them...