I Saw His Ghost And Decided To Marry Him Chapter 07

I Saw His Ghost And Decided To Marry Him Chapter 07

My breath caught, but my eyes slowly lit up. 

Had Preston retained a few scattered memories 

and started testing me with a clue only I would 

recognize? 

Thinking back on the details of our time together, I 

almost blurted out the answer. 

“It’s…” 

But in the next second, Savannah shoved me 

aside. 

“You’ve never even spent time with Preston. You 

don’t know him at all. How would you know what 

he likes to eat?” 

“Get out of the way. I’ll answer.” 

She planted herself firmly in front of me and 

began speaking with exaggerated emotion. 

“We dated for three years. I know you better than 

anyone. I know exactly what you want to eat right 

now!” 

“What you want most right now has to be my 

homemade chicken soup!” 

The more she spoke, the more confident she 

became. 

“When you were sick last year, I made it for your 

once. You were so touched, and you even said it 

was the best thing you’d ever eaten.” 

“That time, you told me you hoped that whenever 

you got sick in the future, you could have my 

homemade chicken soup.” 

“But before this, you were in such a deep comal 

that even if you wanted it, you couldn’t tell me…” 

“I made it for you many times too. I put it by your 

bed so you could smell it, hoping it would help you. 

wake up sooner…” 

“Now you’re finally awake. I’ll go home later and 

make it for you, so you can feel how much I 

missed you and how much I love you.” 

As Savannah spoke, she even forced out a couple 

of tears. 

She also made sure to imply to the reporters. 

“You all said I was a gold digger before. You said I 

only wanted Preston for his money. But now this 

proves that my love for Preston is pure and 

genuine.” 

The reporters immediately started taking close–up 

shots of Savannah, ready to turn those details into 

a touching story. 

My parents quickly echoed her. 

“Our daughter has been treated like a princess 

since she was little. She never had to lift a finger 

around the house.” 

“But for Preston, she started learning how to cook, 

all so he could taste something she made with her 

own hands when he woke up…” 

I was so shocked by their shamelessness that the 

corner of my mouth twitched. 

Mrs. Ford Sr., standing nearby, quietly frowned as 

well. 

Her expression looked as if she had swallowed a 

fly. 

I wished I could ask her right then whether she 

was really sure she wanted her son to marry a 

two–faced, phony, social–climbing woman like this. 

Mrs. Ford Sr. was clearly conflicted too. 

When she saw confusion written all over Preston’s 

face, she spoke up and stopped Savannah’s 

self–directed little performance. 

“That’s enough. Don’t turn this room into a circus.” 

“You’ve answered. Let Rowan answer now.” 

Mrs. Ford Sr. took the initiative to pull me back. 

and had me face Preston. 

Timidly, I said one word. 

“Durian.” 

The room fell into dead silence. 

Then Savannah burst out laughing. 

“Rowan, you really never cease to amaze me. I thought that even if you made something up, you’d 

at least make it sound believable. But this is 

complete nonsense!” 

“You’re insane. I know Preston better than anyone. 

He hates that stinking thing more than anything!” 

“He used to stay ten feet away the second he smelled durian. How could durian possibly be what he wants to eat most after waking up?” 

Seeing that Preston said nothing, I almost started doubting my own memory. 

I hadn’t remembered wrong. 

His spirit had clearly said his favorite fruit was durian. Even his heartbeat had grown stronger when he smelled it. 

He had rambled in my ear countless times, saying that the moment he woke up, he was going to polish off an entire durian by himself. 

So was my memory wrong? 

Or had his spirit been talking nonsense just to 

trick me?