Little Clementine affectionately rubbed against his face.
A child's hand has a distinct warmth, soft and fluffy, causing Sylvan Cheney's heart to tingle with an electric-like sensation.
It was a rare sight in the park to see a young man holding a child, so glances were occasionally cast their way.
Everyone thought Little Clementine was adorable, and some even stopped to touch her.
Little Clementine didn't care for them; if they tried to touch her, she would bury her little face in Sylvan Cheney's chest.
"Sir, your daughter is really cute, and she looks a lot like you." An elderly person said with a smile.
Sylvan Cheney smiled, "Yes, and very smart too."
"Handsome dad, beautiful mom, that's how such a good-looking baby is born, it's enviable."
The crowd grew thicker, and Jasmine Yale frowned, not wanting to cause a scene.
She approached Sylvan Cheney, "Let me hold her."
"It's still early, are you in a hurry to take Little Clementine home?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
