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.

know who her mom was? How could he possibly have met

he felt an inexplicable warmth towards this little munchkin,

pen in her hand, “What were you planning to do

to tell

that so?” Gilbert pointed to a

“Okay.”

But then, she froze, as

puzzled, “Why

the verge of tears, “I don’t know how

her face up and

“Hey!”

do. In a rush, he scooped Jenna up into

1/2

arms.

cry,

nodding through her

hand, with its little dimples, close

misses

“Alright…”

request, Gilbert guided her chubby hand to

he looked down at the little munchkin, “Which ‘jun‘ are

Jenna, bewildered, stared with her big doe eyes, as if it was obvious, “The ‘jun‘ in Jenna,

Gilbert:

shouldn’t have asked. How could he trouble a