Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

My name is Leona.

The name was given by my grandpa. My grandpa, based on my experience as a child, was not a good man.

Take my name as an example. His name sounds nice, but he gave me such a strange name.

Every time I protested to my grandpa, he always said that if my dad had been a girl, the name wouldn't have fallen on me.

He was the one who gave me such a strange name, but he blamed my dad for not being a girl.

Ah, speaking of which, I forgot to introduce my grandparents.

My grandpa, Caden.

I heard he was very attractive when he was young.

My grandma, Grace.

I sometimes wonder why these two people, who didn't seem to match at all, were together.

My grandparents were divorced before my dad was born.

After the divorce, neither of them married again.

They should have gone on their separate ways, but my grandpa was shameless and always bothered my grandma.

Ever since I remembered it, my grandpa had been pleasing my grandma all the time.

Grandpa Humbert said my grandpa never lowered his head to anyone. He was so tough that everyone was afraid of him. But I don't think Grandpa Humbert was telling the truth.

If my grandpa was so tough, then why was he as obedient as our golden retriever every time grandma stared at him?

Besides, have you ever seen a tough man with perfect culinary skills comparable to a five-star chef?

Ever since I was young, my grandpa's cooking was the best in the family, even better than the chefs we hired.

Grandpa would wake up early in the morning to walk the dog. When he came back, he always had a pile of food ingredients in his hand.

When grandma woke up, grandpa had been busy in the kitchen all morning. A warm meal was ready on the dining table. It might not be very sumptuous, but quite warm.

Grandma never cooked. Her only housework was watering the flowers in the garden. Grandpa said it's good for grandma to be like that.

I asked grandpa in secret, "You get up early every day to cook three meals a day, and you have to go to work. Even the employees have weekends and vacations. Aren't you tired without a single day off?" Grandpa looked at grandma who was eating the afternoon tea he made for her in the garden. He smiled like a fool and said.

"I'm happy with everything I do as long as your grandma likes it. I'm willing to pamper her. It's best to pamper her so much that she despises other men. That way, your grandma won't have time to think of leaving me for the rest of her life."

There were other details apart from that.

All I know is that grandpa pampered grandma like crazy.

I always considered grandma pretentious. She wouldn't remarry my good grandpa. I told it to grandpa, and he, who had never been angry at me, gave me a hard slap on the butt. Grandpa said, "Little rascal, if you consider your grandma like that again, I'll beat you dead.

"Your grandma is the best in the world.

"Remember to be good to your grandma in the future.

But if you dare not be good to your grandma, I promise

aggrieved at that time. I was taking up the cudgel for my

I learned about the past between my

I passed by my grandparents' room, the door was not closed and I peeked inside curiously. The scene I saw almost startled me. Grandpa held grandma's feet and

it was unbelievable. I ran into my parents' room and asked, "Is grandpa a

her hands and feet are always cold. Your grandpa cares about your grandma. Pretend you didn't see it. Don't tell your grandpa about

"Why?"

will punish you by

how do you know

Leona, go to sleep. Your mother and

childhood memories were full of the daily life of my grandpa and grandma who were not husband

said something, the people in the family

of grandma, but because grandpa was always

time, and when

grandma passed away when I was

As usual, grandma sat under the big tree in the garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her. The rocking

blanket and wait until

on that day, grandpa was never able to wake grandma

left peacefully on the rocking chair swinging in the wind of a green

sudden illness. She left

She left grandpa.

for a long time, sobbing and weeping. I'll never forget grandpa's hands, which were no longer young, holding grandma's cold and stiff palms tightly. Grandpa cried

step into the garden. At that time, I

I understood that my parents were giving my

was not grand, but all the influential people in S City

arranged the

began to deteriorate for no

cause, but his

dad said grandpa was sick in the

sick in the

didn't dare to

grandpa would hold grandma's picture and look at it

to grandma's picture as

spring came, and

my hands and said,

"Like what?"

"Like your grandma."

be sad." This year, I was already fourteen, and I understood more.

was inconceivable.

story

good from the bad. He was too self-righteous and hurt

were her, I would never see my grandpa again, not

heart went up and down following their

blame grandma for her lack

said my grandma gave way to their

waste their

was like his body was possessed by

I finished hearing the story of my grandparents, I was silent. I no longer blamed grandpa for