The gentle evening breeze brushed against their faces, so comfortable and peaceful.
People around came and went, arriving and departing.
"CEO Cheney, how have you been recently?" Butler Santana looked at Sylvan Cheney's slightly slender face, "Been busy with work and social events?"
"It's alright."
He was always like that, not saying much, and Butler Santana didn't ask more.
Little Clementine lay comfortably in Sylvan Cheney's arms, playing happily by herself.
Just as Butler Santana was about to ask something else, Jasmine Yale came running downstairs in her slippers, rushing towards them!
"Little Clementine!" Jasmine Yale approached, barely steadying her steps, reaching out to hold Little Clementine.
Little Clementine recognized Jasmine Yale's voice, glanced over, and quickly grabbed Sylvan Cheney's shirt with her little hands, burying her face in his chest.
"Let mommy hold you, Little Clementine, are you being disobedient? Let mommy hold you."
