Nestled beneath the winding mountain path was a quaint little river, where Estelle and Jonathan were busy catching fish. Jonathan, armed with a sturdy branch, had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, looking every bit the part of an adventurer.

Estelle, already boasting a catch of four or five, waved over her shoulder, "Fancy some grilled fish?"

Sylvia let go of Gabriel's hand and hurried over, surprised, "There are fish in the river?"

"Plenty, and they're huge!" Estelle showed off the fish she had corralled into a small pool.

Gabriel chuckled, "We don't have any gear, how do you plan to grill them?"

"You've got a lighter, right? That and some kindling is all we need!" Estelle's face, splattered with river water, glistened like freshly fallen snow, her eyes sparkling.

Jonathan tossed aside his branch, scanning the area before instructing Estelle, "Stay here, I'll gather some wood!"

then strode

you!" Gabriel followed, his expression serene, "You really

astonish anyone from the Lamont Group who knew their

"Her happiness is my happiness. In

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

Jonathan spoke in a steady tone, "You're the same with her,

where Sylvia was watching Estelle fish, a turbulent mix

riverbank, skillfully preparing the fish with a sharp

by the river to try her hand at the task. Her movements were less

didn't peg you for

finger for such tasks," Sylvia laughed at herself before her expression brightened, "But then I started

grinned, "That's pretty

but I wouldn't

fish and laid them out on a

red maples stood out against a backdrop of bamboo, the breeze carrying petals into the gently flowing stream, creating a picturesque scene of

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