Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 344: In the museum.

The reaction was as he expected, flashes of cameras and shouts of their names were heard coming from the lips of desperate press.

"David, Phoebe look this way."

David turned Phoebe in various directions, smiling proudly as he showed her off to the whole world. He even sneaked in a kiss on her cheek that made a few women squeal in glee.

"That will be a front pager for sure." David whispered to her as he whisked her away.

"Well you made sure of that now didn’t you?" Phoebe patted his chest as she responded lazily with a smile,

David caught her hand, looking into her eyes with a smirk on his face, "You are no better, these little love taps you are giving to my chest will be short videos for sure, you look very lovely by the way."

She flipped her hair back as she had seen her grandmother doing in the cafe.

"Of course, don’t you know whose daughter I am? My grandma is a former miss Fog, you should know what that means."

David laughed, "That she has long legs while you...."

Phoebe’s eyebrows short up, her entire demeanor dared him to complete the statement.

"Look good in heels." he finished off. "Come on, let’s head inside and look around before the auction begins."

As he led her away from the red carpet, she complimented him on his looks, the white suit he had chosen matched his white hair which he had grown out. The medium two golden chains on the coat and red ruby jewel on the dress shirt inside made his outfit very eye catching, all together he looked dashing.

"Did you choose white to match my black dress?" she asked.

"But of course I did." he answered.

The two breezed right past the rest of the Mayfairs, Saxons and everyone else that was standing around the entrance. They moved in sync, hand in hand with eyes only for each other.

"Aah, a grown girl really cannot be kept at home." Edward said with a sad sigh. His daughter had not even noticed the hand he held out for her.

Old lady Mayfair was of the same opinion but she also kept in mind Phoebe’s opinions concerning marriage. "Don’t worry, she is very reluctant to marry."

Inside of the museum, David took on the role of tour guide but the Saxon spirit jumped in and took over, not that David had a problem with it because the spirit explained things in a fun way and happened to be far more knowledgeable than him.

It even shared secrets and corrected the false knowledge that they had concerning some of the artifacts behind the glasses, like the fact that the eighty million dollar painting donated by the Darling family was actually stolen from the Spellcaster family a long time ago.

It was like a fun gossip session and some of the things Phoebe heard, she could not wait to share with her grandmother. She saw various magical items among the relics on display like a crystal blade crafted from magical crystals made by the seven powerful witches during the supernatural war.

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It looked so fragile as if it was made from glass, it was so beautiful that Phoebe felt the urge to touch it, surprisingly it began to glow when she came close.

"Phoebe stepped back before someone sees you, there are so many sharp eyes here today." The spirit warned strongly.

David moved closer to the glass, he went as far as to touch it but the blade didn’t react. "What is Phoebe’s connection to the blade?" He asked the spirit but in response it remained quiet.

He got no response, even Phoebe that was hoping for one got none.

"Oh you dropped a bomb and now you are giving us the silent treatment." Phoebe complained.

"All in good time, first focus on your training and widening your knowledge." The spirit answered.

As they toured more, David suddenly brought up Cillian Mayfair, telling Phoebe that Roxanne had found nothing unusual about her grandfather’s death. If there was a secret it was not in any police file or records from the office of medical examiners.

"I will ask my father about it tonight, I will also tell him about my desire to see the Moldove founding Academy."

Phoebe let out a tiny sigh, it was going to be a long night, her father was bound to berate her for once.

David parted his lips as if to say something but he pressed them back together. He was hoping that they would spend the night together but she had other plans, his words wouldn’t change a thing.

He gestured for a waiter to come over with the tray of wine glasses in his hand, he picked two and handed one to Phoebe.

"Is something bothering you?" Phoebe accepted the glass and immediately took a sip.

"It’s Ruth, have you felt anything from that worm?" He lied blatantly

First, she chuckled. "The worm doesn’t talk David." She curled her lips to the side for a tiny second. "Whoever is suppressing it is doing a semi good job but it’s growing steadily, about to enter the second phase of growth and then I will surely find out where she is exactly but we have to tread carefully. Whoever is helping her has knowledge of strong magic. Unfortunately they know us but we don’t know them."

He appeared to be stressed so she slipped an arm through his and smiled at him.

"Let’s just enjoy the night, at least today let’s forget our worries." Phoebe cheerfully requested.

"Okay babe." He lowered his head and kissed her lips briefly.

Hardly had they taken two steps when they heard a female voice behind them.

"Ohh aren’t you two cute! I still think that it’s a waste of time."

The two love birds whirled around only to see Margaret Saxon. The Saxon spirit placed a talisman on her back preventing her from seeing Phoebe’s thoughts immediately.

"Another Saxon that I cannot stand." It wrinkled it’s face.

"Who are you?" Phoebe acted like she had no idea who the woman was.

David’s face turned gloom as if he was deeply unhappy. "Aunt Maggie, I cannot say that I am happy to see you here."

Margaret laughed, a haughty and wicked laugh. "David, darling the feeling is mutual, I have never liked you because you find it hard to see my baby Dickson happy. Now you want to toy with the woman that he wants to marry." She boldly claimed.

A bitter laugh came from David. "That’s the joke of the century, it was actually the other way round. Your son has always felt inferior to me and he loves to steal everything I have. Now he is boldly claiming my girlfriend in public and pursuing her even though she has rejected him time and time again. If that’s not loser behavior, I don’t know what is."

Margaret inhaled deeply as she fought the urge to smack David across the face. "If you are trying to get me mad, it’s not working my dear." She turned her attention to Phoebe. "You are riding with the wrong camp, my Dickson will make you the happiest woman in the world if you marry him."

"No thanks, I would rather marry a tree?" Phoebe stated curtly.

David covered his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckled.

Margaret’s nostrils flared. "Did you just reject me?"

Phoebe looked her straight in the eyes. "You heard me, I am fine where I am, go and peddle your son elsewhere."

Margaret scoffed. "Is it because of the money? My Dickson made a break through, he is about to become one of richest men in Fog, richer than unemployed David, I assure you."

"Oh I doubt that but when he does, tell him to come find me, maybe then we will have this conversation again." Phoebe held her wine glass tightly, fighting the urge to splash the contents on Margaret’s face.

"Pheebs you cannot be serious!" David’s eyes opened widely as he struggled not to laugh, Dickson was about to loose everything to them.

"Alright then." Margaret flipped the lower end of her gown. "I will start making the wedding plans." She walked away.