His sharp eyes were fixed on Little Clementine.
Sylvan Cheney is a man with a strong presence, always maintaining an aloof demeanor that seldom encourages people to strike up a conversation with him.
Yet, Little Clementine wasn't afraid and even reached out to Sylvan Cheney, as if recognizing him.
Jasmine Yale grabbed Little Clementine's hand and lowered her head: "Let's go, baby. We'll go somewhere else."
Little Clementine wouldn't budge, still wanting to ride the little train, leaning on the steering wheel with anticipation while looking pitifully at Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale tried to pick her up, but she wouldn't rise.
"Little Clementine, Little Clementine, are you being naughty? If you don't behave, I won't bring you out again." Jasmine Yale snorted coolly.
"It's rare to have a chance to play; let her enjoy it a bit more." Sylvan Cheney approached.
"What do you know." Jasmine Yale replied indifferently.
Sylvan Cheney reached out, intending to pick up Little Clementine.
