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.

he know who her mom was? How could he

inexplicable warmth towards

at the pen in her hand, “What were you planning to

write something, to

a whiteboard, “Well, now you can

“Okay.”

whiteboard. But then, she froze, as if struck by a

“Why aren’t

on the verge of tears, “I don’t

she tipped her face

“Hey!”

do. In a rush,

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arms.

cry,

sniffled, nodding through her

close to the whiteboard, “What do you want to write?”

Jenna misses you.”

“Alright…”

her request, Gilbert guided her

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

with her big doe eyes, as if it was obvious,

Gilbert:

shouldn’t have asked. How could