Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Suddenly, his gaze halted, and there she was, a familiar face - Sophia, Jenna's babysitter!

"Sophia!"

Gilbert immediately dashed towards her.

"Mr. Johnson?" Sophia, who was sitting on a park bench knitting a sweater, stood up in surprise upon seeing him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Jenna?"

He paused, then added, "And Jenna's mom?"

"Huh?" Sophia wasn't sure why he was asking but pointed in a direction anyway.

"Jenna's mom took her to the ice cream parlor over there for some milkshakes."

"Got it! Thanks!"

After thanking her, Gilbert turned and hurried towards the ice cream parlor.

As he reached the street across, he stopped.

The door of the ice cream parlor swung open, and out came a little boy, followed by a young woman carrying a cuddly doll.

It was Jenna! Jenna snuggled into the young woman's neck, planting a shy kiss on her cheek before whispering something in her ear.

burst into laughter, gently patting Jenna's back.

them, wrapped in each

the woman's face,

wasn't the face he was

Jenna's mom. And Jenna's mom wasn't

smirked, shaking his head. What was he thinking? That

young woman, Gilbert walked back to his car

as he settled into the

It was Charles.

Gilbert, about

inquiry, aside from

other buyers. their information

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"Alright."

up, Gilbert checked

information about the other buyers... completely unfamiliar names, no

frowned, wondering where Sherilyn got that hair

about to start the

of the ice cream parlor opened once

time, it was

hair loosely tied in a low bun, still wearing

Osely tied in a

"Thanks so much,

The Jenna,