Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Let me explain."

The security guard started, "We noticed someone lurking around the Bentley for quite a while... So we detained him to ask if you knew him. If not, should we call the cops?" Sophia was unsure of what to do, so she looked back at Gilbert, who had already stood up and approached.

"Mr. Johnson, what do you think?"

"I'll handle it."

"Sure."

Gilbert turned to the guards, "Could you guys show me his picture, if you have one?"

"We do."

One of the guards took out his phone, scrolled for a bit, and handed it over to Gilbert. "Take a look, do you recognize him?"

Gilbert took the phone, saw a completely unfamiliar face, and forwarded the picture to his own phone.

He handed the phone back to the guard, "Thanks for your effort, but I don't know this man. Let him go."

"Let him go?"

"Yes."

Gilbert nodded, clearly indicating that if the guards had approached them, the car must be fine.

Otherwise, they would have headed straight to the police station.

"Well, alright then."

were puzzled but since the car owner wasn't pressing charges, they didn't press

guards left, Gilbert went back to the

wasn't big, so Sherilyn had overheard

it further, "Just let him

attacked with a machete

the police won't do

and he wouldn't say anything to the

attitude made Sherilyn

nodded, "Yeah, I'm worried. But worrying doesn't

Jenna, who was enjoying her meal,

"Jenna, is it good?"

"Super good!"

to pry further. He knew what he

window?" Sherilyn was startled, realizing he had indeed come by last night, and she hadn't

explain, Gilbert noticed the decorative

window glass

up decorations.

then added, "The holidays are

"So,

sure what he meant and looked at Jenna, replying, "Nothing special, just spending time with Jenna." That's how

would at least have some company. "Sir."

innocent question came

"Jenna." Sherilyn frowned, shaking