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

felt an inexplicable warmth towards this

the pen in her hand, “What were you

to write something, to tell mommy

so?” Gilbert pointed to a whiteboard,

“Okay.”

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

looked puzzled, “Why aren’t you

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

could respond, she tipped her face up and burst into

“Hey!”

what to do. In a rush, he scooped Jenna up into his

1/2

arms.

her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, okay? will

Jenna sniffled, nodding through her

little dimples, close

misses

“Alright…”

request, Gilbert guided her chubby

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

eyes, as if it was obvious, “The ‘jun‘ in

Gilbert:

shouldn’t have asked. How could he trouble a princess?