Love at First Novel

"How can we feel when Grandma York says that? Zachary and the others are all OK, but we are terrible."

Clive said this to the old lady with a smile.

Remy nodded in agreement.

The old lady laughed even more happily.

What she was most proud of were her nine grandchildren.

In a few years, her nine grandsons will all be married and have their own families. Even if she dies, she will be able to laugh for three days and three nights in heaven.

Old Mr. Jimenez's gaze fell on Sonny again.

Sonny nestled in Serenity's arms, looking at everyone curiously and listening to everyone talk. He couldn't understand what these old men were saying.

"Yes, it really looks like Miss Harlow." Old Mr. Jimenez muttered to himself.

"Sonny looks a lot like Miss Harlow when Miss Harlow was a child. If he had braided his hair into two braids and worn a skirt, he would look just like Miss Harlow."

Old Mr. Jimenez looked at Sonny as if he were lost in memories.

Back then, when the child saw him, he would always say to her in a baby voice, "Uncle Jimenez, give me a hug. I want a hug."

He couldn't resist the little girl's request. Every time, he would pick her up, lift her up high, and spin her around in circles. Then he would put the little girl on his shoulders and spin her around in circles in the yard. The little girl would open her arms and say she could fly.

When the previous matriarch saw this, she would always blame the little girl, saying that he was very busy and didn't want him to accompany them all the time.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

He said it was okay; the children liked him, and no matter how busy he was, he would always squeeze out some time to play with them.

The previous matriarch always said that he didted on the children more than their father did.

He smiled.

Harlow was adorable, and she was the head of the family's child, so of course he had to pamper her.

In his heart, the previous matriarch was above everything else, and he treated her children, even if they were not his, as his own.

The father of the two children actually doted on them very much.

Even though the previous matriarch was in poor health, the children were afraid of their mother because she was too strict. However, their father was gentle, cultured, and good-tempered, so the children were closer to him.

Serenity taught Sonny how to call people.

Sonny called out in a crisp voice, "Grandpa Jimenez."

Old Mr. Jimenez responded kindly and waved to Sonny.

Sonny looked up at Serenity, and when he saw her nod and motion for him to come over, he slid down to the ground, walked around the coffee table, and came in front of Old Mr. Jimenez.

Old Mr. Jimenez reached out to hug him.

But he climbed onto Old Mr. Jimenez's lap and soon sat in Old Mr. Jimenez's arms.

He raised his little face again, and his bright big eyes twinkled like stars in the dark night, melting Old Mr.

Jimenez's heart.

"Grandpa, if you feel tired, just tell me."

Sonny meant that if Old Mr. Jimenez got tired of holding him, he could just O tell him, and he would sit away by himself without Old Mr. Jimenez holding him anymore.

Without Serenity telling him, Sonny knew that the great-grandfather was very old when he saw his white beard. The old man has very little strength.

He should be considered his great-grandfather.

Old Mr. Jimenez's hands were shaking a little, which was a common problem for old men.

His hand fell on Sonny's face; he stroked it gently and said lovingly, "Sonny is such a good child."