Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 971

"Jenna, there's no boogeyman, sweetheart..."

Sherilyn was frantic, trying to soothe her daughter's fears. "Sherilyn."

But Gilbert shook his head at her, "Let me handle this..."

"?" Sherilyn was momentarily puzzled, unsure of what he could possibly do, but she nodded in agreement.

Gilbert bent down to look at the little figure cradled in his arms, starting softly, "Actually, there is a boogeyman, and I saw him too."

"Mr. Gilbert saw him too?" Jenna's eyes, filled with tears, looked up in surprise.

"Yes, I did." Gilbert, holding Jenna close, sat down at the edge of the bed, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"I did more than see him; I chased him away."

"Wow..."

Miraculously, Jenna's eyes sparkled with admiration, looking up to him as if he were a hero.

"Did Mr. Gilbert save Jenna?"

"That's right."

With her being so irresistibly sweet, Gilbert leaned down to kiss her forehead, "So, Jenna, you don't have to be afraid anymore. The boogeyman has been chased away and can't hurt you now." "Mhm!"

so cool!" Sherilyn, standing to the side, was speechless, her expression a

insisting there was no boogeyman... So,

"Mr. Gilbert is hurt!"

left hand, her eyes widening,

off his arm with a hint of

was a wound he got for his daughter, a badge of

hurt, Mr. Gilbert?" Jenna's face fell, her lips pouting,

"It does hurt."

his left hand to her, "But if Jenna blows on it, it won't

"Really!"

her cheeks and gently blew

Does it still hurt,

"Wow! Jenna, you're amazing!"

back, lowering his head to meet Jenna's forehead, warmth radiating

"Yay! That's awesome..."

unable to suppress

daring to tell such stories,

to leave. In her eyes, Mr. Gilbert was her 'hero,'

a stern face,

but Mr. Gilbert..." Jenna protested, burrowing further into Gilbert's

"Jenna..."

"It's okay."

his heart going out to

stay here.

company, and she's still