Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 393: The fragility of intimacy

"Come on," Phoebe tugged on David’s arm and pulled him into the car. She put her hands on his cheeks, looked at his sunken face up close and sighed. "You look like a zombie, no even a zombie looks better than you. How many hours of sleep are you getting?"

She opened her bottle and put it to his mouth. "Drink, you need fuel before you collapse and become one of the people in the tents on the beds with IV’s attached to their hands."

He managed to take two sips of a liquid that tasted like water but had a hint of sweetness, like strawberries and honey had been added.

After drinking, he yawned and put his head down on her chest. "Let’s go on a date, I feel like we haven’t been on one in ages." he croaked out tiredly.

She flicked his forehead, "Look at you, you can barely stand but you want to go on a date."

"It can be a sleeping date." he suggested. He smiled as he felt his energy being renewed thanks to the water Phoebe had given him. "We can book a restaurant and turn it into a sleeping restaurant."

"That is a hotel." she chuckled.

"Great, that sounds like a plan, I will pick you up and if I fail to make it, I will send someone." He kissed her on the cheek and stepped out of the car.

Phoebe followed him, she saw him take a medium sized bag from her mother and then he excused himself, leaving an assistant to show them around. She wanted to stop him and suggest he get some sleep first, but it was a suggestion that would fall on deaf ears.

She vowed to make sure that he got to rest on their date or after. Perhaps when he was well rested, they could enjoy a more passionate time together. Each time she felt like they were going to have sex, David held himself back, he treated her like something fragile that he was afraid of breaking. The best way to change his reluctant attitude was to take charge of the situation.

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She pictured herself dressed up in leather with a whip in hand while David was tied to the bed, and she chuckled. For sure, such a thing would probably surprise and frighten him.

"What is making you so happy?" Grandma Mayfair asked as the car pulled up in front of the cafe.

The question could not be answered, she could not say I am considering having sex with my boyfriend, even if she used the softest words, her grandmother would clutch her chest dramatically, Also, her chatty mouth would probably inform the rest of the family about it.

Phoebe waved her hand lightly. "This whole Dickson being ruined thing couldn’t make me happier. I just need to see him crumble with my own eyes and gloat in his face." She lied easily; she had grown to become accustomed to the habit.

Technically it was not a lie because she was truly happy about Dickson’s troubles, Phoebe thought.

Nodding in agreement grandma Mayfair sneered. "If he shows his face here again, I will pour hot water on him. I don’t care if I will go to jail for it." A bitter smile curled on her lips. "Damn bastard, he should burn in hell."

"Just be careful not to burn yourself, see you later Nana." Phoebe kissed her grandmother’s cheek.

Her grandmother returned the kiss. "Be careful my girl, we do not know what that scumbag is up to so make sure that you are never caught alone with him." Worry etched on her face; she threw a glance at Santos who nodded on understanding the silent order.

If he saw Dickson around Phoebe, it was shoot first and ask questions later, everything else the Mayfair’s would handle.

"Do not worry ma’am, Pike is right behind us and the Elithera boys that work for Luna are always lurking around somewhere." Santos adjusted the rear-view mirror.

It was hard telling who around them was working for the Elithera’s, they were truly the best in the business. Sometimes, it could be the policeman controlling traffic at a random corner, or two teenagers on a bike, a mother pushing a bay in a stroller. It was hard to know who they were, their disguises were flawless.

After dropping her grandmother at the cafe, Phoebe headed to the Mayfair free clinic. It was different from the last time she was there, the money she donated from the foundation was being put to good use.

With new buildings being constructed, there were fewer patients waiting because more doctors had been employed to hasten the speed at which patients were seen She had also donated a lot of money to the hospital to help the poor and elderly patients get necessary surgeries.

Seeing what was changing, Phoebe smiled, she was sure that Luther would be proud.

She ventured into the hospital, eyes peeled for any sighting of her brother, and she found him easily. He was talking to a nurse in the large waiting area.

"Luke!" Phoebe raised her voice and waved. She covered her mouth because she was in a hospital, excitement had got the better of her because it was always nice to see any of her brothers, it didn’t matter if they had been separated for a minute or ten hours.

Luke looked Phoebe’s way and smiled, he concluded his conversation with the nurse and excused himself, rushing to Phoebe.

"Baby sister, are you hurt?" he asked first, worried.

She shook her head. "I am fine, I just came for an update."

His eyes widened a little in realization and he smiled again, "Just that! You did not need to come in person, I would have given you an update at home. I have already worked on the patient that you asked me to look after, he has received the best services from the best doctors that we have here." His voice was smooth but tinged with curiosity. He wanted to know what her connection was to the patient. "Is this ghost related?" He continued to ask, he stuffed his hands inside the doctor’s gown pockets.

"No." Phoebe shook her head lightly; she opened a candy as she responded and fed it to Luke. "It’s just someone whose relative I know."

Luke led her to the patient recovery room; he made sure to explain the patient’s condition as they strolled slowly. "Mr. Michelson’s surgery was a success, and he is expected to make a full recovery."

He stood outside of the recovery room with her, and they looked at the sleeping patient for a few seconds in silence until Luke’s pager beeped.

"Pheebs, I have to go now." Luke’s eyes shifted from the pager to her, he planted a small kiss on her forehead and disappeared.

Phoebe opened the door and went in but hesitated when her eyes fell on Gemma whose head turned to face her. She had been standing by the window which is why she was unseen earlier.

"Miss Phoebe..." Gemma moved from the window and approached Phoebe, her eyes were red and swollen, her countenance soft and almost defeated. "I thought you were lying to me; I didn’t think you would actually help us after what I did. I am forever indebted to you, the doctors said that my father will live a healthy life from now on." Tears sprouted out of her eyes.

"It’s alright Gemma, to repay me for this favor I request that you do good for others. You cannot go around defrauding people, what if you end up in jail? What then will happen to your father?" Phoebe tapped her back to sooth her.

Gemma wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I only did it because I was desperate, from now on I will live an honest life. I did not mean to blackmail you; never would I target someone like you in a million years. It was that woman that made me a tempting offer, she promised to change my life by finding me good employment and pay me a huge sum of money after the job was done." She confessed.