STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

A Gift From Grandma

I started to get used to the kind of life in this farm as the days went on. But I must say, there are a

lot of times that I whined and complained of going out. And I mean, really go out. I’ve been

living in this farm for too long. I’m afraid that it’s starting to grow on me.

To my surprise, I find the helpers quite honest, frank. They’d tell you if they don’t like you or

what you’re doing or anything like that. But they’re also genuinely sincere with praises and

concerns. It felt refreshing to be surrounded with this type of people, actually. That’s when I

realized that I’ve been mingling with people totally opposite to the helpers.

Kevin, on the other hand, amuses me. He kind of reminds me of those fanboys before. I find him

cute and sweet, yes. But I don’t know.

Grandpa was a different story. I adore him. He’s just so sweet and funny and gentle and caring.

It’s a bonus that he kept on defending me from his wife. He’d also always ask how my day was

or bring me cookies and tea. It’s hard to not to adore him.

The old woman, well, she remained very strict and stern. She always snaps at me everytime I

make mistakes. But she would just stare at me when I make something right, which kind of

annoys me, actually. I mean, I’m expecting to at least hear praise from her. I learned that she

don’t really praise someone unless she thinks the person deserve it. And I just learned that one of

the rarest persons she praised was the pest. Knowing that made me only want to be praised by

her, too. I mean, Jiyong is just a pest while I’m a princess. People should praise me, not the other

way around.

As for the pest, pfft. Never mind him. He’s just a pest anyways. A pest who’d act kind then

turned to tat stupid prankster the next. I just hate him. I just. . .

I stopped as I found myself staring at him AGAIN. There’s something in the curve of his brows,

bridge of his nose, the shape of his thin lips and his black hair that I can’t stop looking at. Then,

there’s his lone earring, the light arm muscles, tattoos and his sleeveless tee getup that I find

really sexy. Lastly, his eyes- there’s something mysterious in it, like his eyes are conveying a

coded message that I can’t decipher.

I scowled. “Why are you always wearing sleeveless shirt? Can’t you wear something more

decent?”

He looked sideways with raised brows. His face lighted up with amusement. We were currently

in the dirty kitchen. He was doing the cooking while I’m ORDERED to help him by the old

woman. I really don’t know if you call watching him do his thing helpful but I was ORDERED,

so I have no choice.

“First, you picked up on my hair color. And now, my choice of clothing annoys, you?”

I pouted. “It’s because you’re so easy to hate. Everything about you is annoying”