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 possibly have met her?

towards this little munchkin, willing to

her hand, “What were you planning to

write something, to tell mommy I

to a whiteboard, “Well,

“Okay.”

to the whiteboard. But then, she froze, as if struck by a spell, motionless.

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

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

her face up

“Hey!”

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

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arms.

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

nodding through her sobs.

hand, with its little dimples, close to

Jenna misses

“Alright…”

guided her chubby hand to

he looked down at the little

with her big doe eyes, as if it was obvious, “The ‘jun‘ in Jenna, you know?”

Gilbert:

have asked. How could he trouble a princess?