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.

dare not be good to your grandma, I

that time. I was taking up the cudgel for my

learned about the past between my

hungry and got out of bed to look for food. When 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

into my parents' room and asked, "Is grandpa a pervert? I saw him holding grandma's feet. Does

up your grandma's feet. Your grandma is not in good health and her hands and feet are

"Why?"

you by making you practice

do you

a sad story. Leona, go to sleep. Your mother and I

didn't remarry. My childhood memories were full of the daily life of

every time she said

afraid of grandma, but because grandpa was always defending grandma.

about time, and when I did, it was

passed away when I was eight years

the big tree in the garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her. The rocking chair under the tree was grandma's favorite thing.

grandma with a blanket and wait until it was time to wake

was never able to

rocking chair swinging in the wind of a green

She left this world peacefully

She left grandpa.

chair for a long time, sobbing and weeping. I'll never forget grandpa's hands, which were no longer young, holding

not far away but didn't step into the garden. At that time, I

were giving my

not grand, but all the influential people in S City

arranged the funeral by

grandma left, grandpa's health began to deteriorate for

find out the cause,

said grandpa was sick in

was sick in

dare to

grandma's death, grandpa would hold grandma's picture and look at it carefully

grandma's picture as if he was

came,

and said,

"Like what?"

"Like your grandma."

was already fourteen, and I understood more. I heard more stories

was inconceivable.

story of my

good from the bad.

I were her,

went up and down

blame grandma for her

my grandma gave way to their affection twisted with

waste

way grandpa pampered grandma was like his body was possessed by

finished hearing the story of my grandparents, I was silent. I no longer blamed grandpa for not seeing through his heart, nor