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!"

strode towards

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

from the Lamont Group who knew their CEO as a figure of authority rather than a man

my happiness. In a

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

terrain with ease, Jonathan spoke in a

a turbulent mix of emotions hidden in his

was by the riverbank, skillfully preparing the

at the task. Her movements were less practiced than

didn't peg you for the

expression brightened, "But then I started traveling the world, sometimes camping out in the wild, and

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others, but I wouldn't dare show off

they finished cleaning the 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

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