Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 292

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. 

How would he know who her mom was? How could he possibly have met her? 

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable warmth towards this little munchkin, willing to indulge her. 

Pointing at the pen in her hand, “What were you planning to do with the pen?” 

“Oh, I wanted to write something, to tell mommy I miss her.” 

“Is that so?” Gilbert pointed to a whiteboard, “Well, now you can write.” 

“Okay.” 

Jenna gripped the marker and moved closer to the whiteboard. But then, she froze, as if struck by a spell, motionless. 

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

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

Before he could respond, she tipped her face up and burst into tears. 

“Hey!” 

Gilbert was startled, panicking at what to do. In a rush, he scooped Jenna up into his 

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arms. 

Gently coaxing her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, okay? will help you, alright?” 

Okay.” Jenna sniffled, nodding through her sobs. 

So, Gilbert held Jenna’s chubby hand, with its little dimples, close to the whiteboard, “What do you want to write?” 

“Mommy, Jenna misses you.” 

“Alright…” 

Following her request, Gilbert guided her chubby hand to write. 

Writing ‘Jenna, he looked down at the little munchkin, “Which ‘jun‘ are you?” 

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

Gilbert: 

Alright, he shouldn’t have asked. How could he trouble a princess? 

He guessed, for a girl, it should probably be the ‘jun‘ as in ‘gentleman.‘