Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Red head mix-up!
Hastily, David made his way to the gardens passing by a lot of couples on the way. The lavish tourist gardens which were usually a feast for the senses were not overcrowded at night. Under the dark sky, the meticulously manicured lawns and colorful flowerbeds could not be seen clearly.

The dim lighting did not dull smelling senses from sniffing out the sweet fragrance of the blooming flowers.

The gardens were large, David had no idea if Phoebe was in the elegant gazebos or somewhere under the tall, majestic tress which provided shade during the day. There was also the possibility of her being around one of the six fountains in the gardens. As ridiculous as it was, people treated them like wishing wells, so they were always crowded at different times of the day.

He patted himself down in search of his phone to call her, but he did not have it with him, he had left it in Arrow’s hands. He started walking around randomly, his eyes roaming around in search of a red head.

In the dim light, he finally saw a red head in a white and yellow dress standing under one of the tall trees, she was engrossed in a phone conversation with her back turned.

David smiled and peep toed making sure not to spook her with his approach. He wanted to scare Phoebe but recalled that she was supposedly pregnant, so he just wrapped his hands around her waist.

“There you are, I have been searching everywhere for you.” He shut his eyes for a moment as she turned around.

It was the smell of her perfume which first alarmed David to the fact that the woman he was holding was not Phoebe. He opened his eyes in horror only to see Moria Mortimer, her pointed lips were pouted as if to reach his in a kiss.

“What the fuck!!” he reared his head back. Not only was Moria’s hair designed like Phoebe’s but the dress she was wearing was similar as well.

“Oh David I have been waiting for you to realize that I am the only woman meant for you. I knew that you would come back to your senses, and we would get back together and be the perfect couple like we used to be.” Moria spoke in a sultry voice; she wrapped her arms tighter around his waist.

David was disgusted, he felt dirty, and he shoved her back with strength.

“You crazy bitch…” he started and stopped when he saw the actual head red that he had been searching for.

“David?” Phoebe called his name, she was standing a few steps from them, her eyes that were laced with confusion and anger stared at him and Moria.

Waving his hands in denial, David immediately set out to clear up the misunderstanding. Depending on how long Phoebe had been standing there, he could see how bad the situation looked to her. “Babe it is not what you are thinking….”

Moria cut his talk by releasing a guffaw, it was laced with sarcasm. “Oh, it is exactly what you are thinking deary, we have been sneaking around your back and sleeping together ever since I returned. I am Moria Mortimer, his one true fiancé, the woman that was always meant for him.

Do you think that a bumpkin like you can take a man that I want? You are just a distraction, my substitute, a plaything to satisfy his boredom. David is my husband, my betrothed and we are going to marry.” Her voice dripped with malice, becoming louder as she expressed her thoughts vocally.

For the second time in his life, David wanted to put his hands on a woman, and he did. He reared his hand back and slapped Moria on the cheek.

“I dare you to repeat that nonsense one more time and I will break your neck right where you are standing. When are you going to stop? When will you get it in your head Moria that I do not like you not then, not now and not ever. Phoebe Mayfair is my woman, my life and my wife.”

He turned to face Phoebe who was chewing on her bottom lip. “Babe, nothing has ever happened between me and her. I saw a red head in a dress similar to yours and thought it was you. My eyes were closed when I hugged her. Please don’t be angry with me, it is all a misunderstanding.” He rubbed his hands together.

“Is it?” Phoebe arched an eyebrow.

The spirit wasted no time in slapping a truth telling talisman on Moria’s back, she fell to her knees and began to blabber out everything like it happened. She even admitting to stepping out and ordering for dress that was as close to Phoebe’s in appearance as possible and changing her hairstyle.

“See!” David sighed in relief; he wanted to kiss the Saxon spirit on the cheek for it had saved his life. “Babe, now that my name has been cleared up, let us go deal with the other problem on our hands, my grandfather wants to talk to you.” He began to walk towards Phoebe but paused when Moria grabbed his leg and refused to let go of it.

“You cannot abandon me, David.” She cried. “My family wants this marriage; it is the only way to save us from bankruptcy after that scam Quincy Falcon stole all our money and disappeared. If you don’t marry me, he will sell me to any old man with significant wealth to offer. I must marry you David Saxon, I must.”

David kicked her away without mercy. “Stay the fuck away from me Moria or you will take a trip to hell and marry the devil.”

Phoebe slowly pulled the pins out of her hair; she did not want to look like Moria in any way. “Well at least now you know why she is hellbent on marrying you.” She began to walk away.

“Babe you are not mad at me, are you. It was a mix up I swear.” David followed her like a puppy.

The two did not return to the Victory ball, they had important business to handle. Phoebe sent a text to her family informing them that she was leaving with David and would be returning home late. Then, she entered in the awaiting car and sat a distance away from David.

Although she said that she understood the mix-up, she was still unhappy about it. She did not push David away when he snuggled next to her, but her lips were pinched together, and she did not say a word until they reached the Saxon tower.

Grandpa Rufus was already there, he greeted them and apologized for inconveniencing Phoebe. Without losing a moment, he went straight to what was on his mind.

His eyes narrowed at Phoebe as he did not think she could really do what David had said. It took great power, and she did not seem to possess such power. If he was at peak strength, he would have done it on his own, but he was still recovering.

“So, can you really conjure a country sized storm? I only know a small section of people that can do that, how did you learn the skill?” Curiosity tinged in his question.

Phoebe folded his arms; he had his secrets and so did she. “I just do.”