Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 292

He stretched his hand out, realizing the little munchkin was so tiny. Could she even reach

his knee?

Gilbert paused for a second, then squatted down and said, “Here you go.”

Jenna, with her big eyes twinkling, reached out to grab the pen, her voice sweet and soft, “Thank you, sir.”

She spoke with a Sunhaven accent.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. “You’re from Sunhaven?”

“Yep.” Jenna nodded, “I’m from Sunhaven.”

Gilbert was quite surprised.

“What a coincidence! I’m from Sunhaven too.”

“Wow!”

Jenna’s eyes widened, sparkling with excitement, “My mommy is also in Sunhaven. Have you seen my mommy, sir?”

“Not really.”

Gilbert couldn’t help but chuckle at the child’s lack of logic.

her mom was? How could he possibly have met

an inexplicable warmth towards this little munchkin, willing to indulge her.

hand, “What were you planning to do

to tell

a whiteboard, “Well, now you can write.”

“Okay.”

the whiteboard. But then, she froze,

looked puzzled, “Why aren’t you writing?”

lips quivered, on the verge of tears, “I don’t know how to write yet,

tipped her face up and

“Hey!”

was startled, panicking at what to do. In

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arms.

cry,

Jenna sniffled, nodding through

little dimples, close to the whiteboard, “What

misses you.”

“Alright…”

her chubby

the little munchkin, “Which ‘jun‘ are

big doe eyes, as if it was obvious,

Gilbert:

How could he trouble a princess?