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."

pressing charges, they didn't press further. "Sorry for the inconvenience." "Take

the guards left, Gilbert went back

apartment wasn't big, so

about not pursuing it further, "Just let him go? No

attacked with a machete

the police won't do

slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "He didn't actually do anything, and he wouldn't

attitude made Sherilyn question, "Aren't you

paused, then nodded, "Yeah, I'm worried. But

Jenna, who was

"Jenna, is it good?"

"Super good!"

knew what he was doing with his own matters.

night, what were you doing by the window?" Sherilyn was

she could explain, Gilbert noticed

glass

putting up decorations. Nice,

then added, "The holidays are

"So,

at Jenna, replying, "Nothing special, just spending time with Jenna." That's

it back from abroad, they would at least have some company.

came without any

"Jenna." Sherilyn frowned, shaking