She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 137: Cheyenne's Fiance The doctor was now confused. He had previously thought that the man in the black suit was the patient's family member, but now another young man in white with a demeanor and appearance that matched Kelvin had suddenly appeared.

"She's okay, just suffering a concussion and sexternal injuries. She needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a while and take santi-inflammatory medication," said the doctor.

After hearing this, Omari finally felt relieved. He let go of the doctor's sleeve and regained his elegant demeanor. "Thank you, doctor." "You're welcome. By the way, we need to complete shospitalization procedures for this patient. I wonder... which one of you two would like to cwith me?" The doctor cautiously glanced at both men; they both seemed difficult to deal with.

Who was really Cheyenne's family member? In his opinion, both men seemed equally concerned about her well-being.

"I'll do it!" said two voices simultaneously but differently. Kelvin frowned unhappily at Omari and couldn't help but sarcastically remark, “Mr. Lara, aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Lara family?" Before Chris could reach out his hand, Omari snatched up the hospitalization form instead.

In the section for "Next of Kin," he wrote down "fiance", which stung Kelvin's eyes and weighed heavily on his heart.

Omari raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked over at Kelvin whose expression turned sour before coldly laughing. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Foley. Since you are Cheyenne's ex-husband after all, I will be there every step of her future journey." He deliberately laid a certain stress on “ex-husband" that even bystanders could feel the tension between them. The doctor suddenly realized what was going on - so this man in black suit was actually Cheyenne's ex-husband! Omari quickly signed his nwith graceful and stylish writing.

Chris saw that his boss had been defeated by Omari, so he couldn't help but show displeasure towards Omari. "Mr. Lara, if Mr. Foley hadn't saved Mrs. Foley today, she might have been caught by someone else." Upon hearing these words, Omari was stunned for a second before turning around with a fake smile on his face.

"Oh! So I misunderstood you earlier? It turns out that you saved Cheyenne instead? Next twe meet, I will definitely thank you properly!" He called her "Cheyenne' so affectionately while she unconsciously called out Omari's nbefore fainting which made Kelvin feel annoyed and frustrated inside He didn't want to stay here or look at Omari's annoying face anymore, so he turned away coldly and said, "No need." Chris sighed and quickly followed. Omari's irritating voice could still be heard from behind, "This won't do, Mr. Foley, I have to express my gratitude. It's what I should do for Cheyenne." At the stairwell, the black figure preparing to go downstairs trembled slightly as his large hand clenched into a fist in his suit pocket.

Kelvin didn't bother with Omari anymore and left, leaving only a calm man in the hallway. His charming eyes showed seriousness.

In the ward, Cheyenne felt as if walking in endless darkness while the wind blew against her frail body, making it cold. Her limbs felt like they were disassembled and reassembled; she couldn't even move her shoulders due to fatigue.

Faint voices could be heard around her ears. "Mr. Owen, is Cheyenne okay?" "She's hard to kill. She won't die." "That's good." "I'll go change her room; you stay here until Mr. Lara comes later." "Okay." Cheyenne felt a piercing headache like ten thousand bees buzzing inside of it.

She knew the person beside her was Kate, and she really wanted to open her mouth to call her by name.

But she miserably realized that she didn't even have the strength to speak. Her vision darkened, and she fell into another deep slumber.

Kate stayed at the hospital until around five in the afternoon when Omari arrived. Fatigue was evident on his face, but he wore a grateful smile on his kind and gentle countenance.

"Miss Zamora, thank you for taking care of Cheyenne for me. I've finished my work, so I can take over now." Anyone would blush being looked at by such a handsguy like him - Cheyenne was so lucky! She also sighed inwardly for her brother, who couldn't compare with Mr. Lara in terms of appearance, family background, and even flirtation skills.

Even she thought that her brother seemed inferior compared to Mr. Lara! Oh well... she might as well ship Cheyenne and Mr. Lara instead! "It's okay. This is what I should do since I'm Cheyenne's best friend," Kate replied politely before adding hastily, "Mr. Lara, please take care of Cheyenne and I'll go check up on my brother." "OK." After Kate left, Omari took off all his armor and sat down on the bed. He had just gone to the police station to retrieve today's road surveillance footage, but the police said Kelvin had been there. Omari was still traumatized by what happened this afternoon. As a girl, she managed to escape from being surrounded by more than ten thugs in such a dangerous situation. It was because he didn't protect her well that she got hurt. Thinking of this, Omari grabbed her hand and put it on his face, kissing her lightly on the back of her hand.

"Cheyenne, wake up quickly. I'm not used to seeing you like this." "I allow you to call"Potato Omari'. You can callwhatever you want as long as it makes you happy." The unconscious person's exquisite face turned pale and her once bright lips becdry and white like rose petals without water. It was heart-wrenching.

He held Cheyenne's palm tightly in his own big hands and wished he could hold her in his arms. Hen lips moved slightly and a weak voice cinto his ear. “Water... water... thirsty... grandpa..." Omari was stunned for a moment before an ecstatic light burst out of his eyes. "Cheyenne? Are you awake?" "Water..." "Okay, okay, okay, I'll get swater for you."

He quickly let go of Cheyenne's hand and went over to pour swater from the teapot onto the table nearby. However, he found that there was no water inside when he picked up the pot. There was only tap water in the ward but how could he give Cheyenne unfiltered tap water? "Shit! After cursing under his breath, Omari grabbed an empty pot and ran out of the ward looking for clean drinking water.

In an instant, there was only Cheyenne left alone in the hospital room; unable to bear with feeling so parched anymore, she opened her eyes softly...

She saw nothing but a white ceiling with glaring fluorescent lights which made it difficult for someone who had just cout from darkness like herself to adjust her vision properly... 'Where am 1?