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.

if you're not good to me. But if you dare not be good to your grandma, I promise I'll

aggrieved at that time. I was taking up the

the

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

I ran into my parents' room and asked, "Is grandpa a pervert?

not in good health and her hands and feet are always cold. Your grandpa cares about your grandma. Pretend you didn't see

"Why?"

your grandpa will punish you

do you know

Your mother and I

childhood memories were full of the daily

every time she said something, the people

because they were was afraid of grandma, but because grandpa was always defending

felt much about time, and when I

away when I was

garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her. The rocking chair under the tree was grandma's favorite thing. When she was tired, she would

and wait until it was time to

day, grandpa was never able to

swinging in the wind of a green

didn't have any sudden illness. She left this world peacefully on this

She left grandpa.

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

didn't step into the garden. At that time, I didn't

parents were giving my grandparents the last

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

arranged the funeral by

began to deteriorate for no

cause, but his body was

said grandpa was sick in

was sick

didn't dare to

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

picture as if he was talking

came,

held my hands and

"Like what?"

"Like your grandma."

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

was inconceivable. When

the story of

grandpa didn't tell the good from the bad. He was too self-righteous and hurt grandma

self-respect. If I were her, I would never see

and down following

blame grandma for her lack

grandma gave way to their

grandpa learned to cherish it and didn't waste their love

was like his body was

no longer blamed grandpa for not seeing through his heart, nor did