She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 138

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.

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, come and 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 scared me to 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!

"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 time around. 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 were dressed in black, wearing masks. They seemed organized and disciplined, not like ordinary thugs."

Ordinary thugs wouldn't come at her with five cars.

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

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

"Cheyenne, why don't you come stay 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...