Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 339: Opening old wounds.

The cafe door had barely closed when it opened again and Collin Baltimore entered. He had his brows pulled together in a frown as he looked around as if he was in search of someone or something.

"Was that Dickson Saxon outside? He looks furious as hell, what the hell happened in here." His thumb pointed back at the door.

He strolled in further with an air of lightness looking like the boss of the cafe, which he nearly was as he was the landlord.

Grandma Mayfair was already in a bad mood so she hurled out a response. "Pay no mind to that idiot, he comes in here every once in a while to annoy us." The folds on her face disappeared as a welcoming smile formed to replace them. "Collin, my dear you have become a stranger so much so that when I see you I want to hide in the corner as you might be making a rent run. Nevertheless, it’s lovely that you have decided to come visit." She offered him a seat and requested Rosset to get him something to eat and drink.

Collin laughed lightly at the rent run joke, would a Mayfair hide from a landlord for fear of paying rent? They had enough money to buy an entire building for Phoebe to run her cafe out of.

It was actually surprising that the Black Ghost Cafe was still in it’s original location, he thought Phoebe would have moved out by now.

He had no intention of asking anymore about Dickson, he had seen the gossip on the internet and fake news that linked him to Phoebe.

Collin hated messy situations and the war between David and Dickson for Phoebe’s heart was rather messy, it had compelled him to bury his feelings for her. That intention however wavered the moment he set his eyes on her for she was looking as gorgeous as ever.

He forced himself to look away from her and kept his eyes on old lady Mayfair. "Grandma, I have been so busy lately but I think about you from time to time, how can one not miss a beautiful woman like you?"

Grandma Mayfair played with a lock of her hair, twirling it around one finger as she batted her eyelids in a playful flirtatious response.

"Oh Collin, you flutter me, but I am not interested in becoming your sugar mummy."

Everyone in the cafe laughed, even the ghosts. Phoebe almost choked on her iced latte, witnessing a playful side to her grandmother which she had never seen before.

Collin put a hand over his heart and faked a pout, looking heartbroken.

"I am afraid I will never recover, my heart is shattered."

Grandma Mayfair flipped her hair back and smiled, "As expected, nobody can recover from me, look at me, I was miss Fog country in 1971."

Phoebe’s mouth fell open. "Are you actually serious nana, you won a beauty pageant!"

Old lady Mayfair nodded. "Is this the first time I am mentioning it? That can’t be right, how could I have forgotten to tell you about it? I will show you pictures when we get home, let’s tend to the customer first."

She and Phoebe plus a few other nosy ghosts turned to look at Collin, eager to hear what he had to say. The regular ghosts were certain that he had come to profess his love for her which was affirmed by what Collin said next.

"I actually came because Phoebe wanted to talk to me about something."

The ghosts became excited, some could not wait to see Phoebe turn him down and others were curious to see if she would accept him.

"You wanted to talk to me." Collin finished the rest of his sentence.

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Phoebe sat in a chair opposite his. "Yes i...I did." Her lips turned down, unsure about where to begin the discussion about Connie.

Grandma Mayfair was not about to miss anything so she sat in a empty chair. "Oh, is that so?" Her quizzical eyes shifted from Collin to Phoebe.

Connie came out of the space, chomping loudly on a carrot. "Sis these veggies are ready for harvesting..." her eyes fell on Collin. "What’s Goldie doing here and why is everyone so serious?" She floated over near to where Phoebe was.

The Saxon spirit sighed, it was time to tackle this issue. If really the Baltimore’s were Connie’s family then it was time she faced that.

"Connie let me ask you something, when you look at Collin do you feel something? Anything at all?"

Connie shrugged. "I mean I like him and I wanted him to end up with Pheebs but you influenced her to choose David."

The spirit gasped in surprise." I did no such thing! Those two have intertwined destinies, one cannot live without the other but that’s not the answer I want to hear."

Blinking rapidly Connie clicked her tongue. "Why would I feel anything special for him? He puts a lot of perm in his hair."

"My God, the way your head works amuses me." The spirit lightly shook its head.

Phoebe was sipping on her latte as she waited for a response and when she saw no hope in getting answers from Connie, she cleared a non existent cough and gestured for them to stop. There was so much talk and the conversation was an unhelpful distraction. Connie was being her usual silly muddleheaded self.

"Collin forgive me for prying but by any chance did you ever have another sister other than Cassie?"

The coffee cup that was on its way to Collin’s mouth paused midway, after which he slowly put it back on the table. Phoebe’s question hovered in the back of his mind, memories of the time his second sister passed away returned, enveloping him in grief. Unintentionally his eyes became moist.

"May i know why you ask?" He leaned forward and stared at Phoebe with slightly narrowed eyes. "Please don’t tell me that my sister has never moved on since her death and you have met her, that would be horrible!" He buried his head in his hands and prayed that his imagination was far from the truth.

Shaky breath came from Phoebe’s lips, her eyes shifted to the spirit, they both realized that that their suspicion about Connie being a Baltimore was about to become a reality.

Phoebe stretched her hand to touch his, she could she that she had scratched an old painful wound. "Collin, there is a ghost that has been with me for a long time, she has come to be a little sister to me, she is sweet and smart with very many similarities to Cassie. She lost her memories and doesn’t remember her past at all."

Connie pointed an index finger at herself. "Is it me? Is Phoebe talking about me?"

The spirit nodded. "That’s why I asked earlier if you feel any connection to him."

"I do not feel a thing whatsoever." Connie used her hand to dismiss the idea.

"What about Cassie then? Each time you see her your attitude changes." Asked the spirit

Connie sneered. "That’s only because she’s an asshole to Phoebe, she just gives me bad vibes." She wrinkled her nose.

Meanwhile Collin slipped on the ghost seeing glasses handed to him by Phoebe.