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.

who her mom was? How could he possibly have met

he felt an inexplicable warmth towards this little munchkin,

were you planning to

to write something, to tell

a whiteboard, “Well, now you can

“Okay.”

and moved closer to the whiteboard. But then, she froze, as if struck by a

“Why aren’t you writing?”

tears, “I don’t know how to write yet,

tipped her face up and burst

“Hey!”

what to do. In

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arms.

her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, okay?

sniffled, nodding through

with its little dimples, close to the whiteboard, “What

misses

“Alright…”

guided her chubby

he looked down at the little munchkin, “Which

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

Gilbert:

How could he