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 towards the

Gabriel followed, his expression

had swiftly turned into a quest for firewood, a sight sure to astonish anyone from the Lamont Group who knew their CEO as a figure of authority rather than a man scavenging for kindling in the

"Her happiness is my happiness. In a way, I'm indulging

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

terrain with ease, Jonathan spoke in a steady tone,

Sylvia was watching Estelle fish, a turbulent mix of emotions hidden in

by the riverbank, skillfully preparing the fish with a

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

eyebrow, "I didn't

at herself before her expression brightened, "But then I started traveling the world, sometimes camping out in the wild, and I learned a thing or two about

"That's

I wouldn't dare

they bantered, they finished cleaning the fish

blooms of red maples stood out against a backdrop of bamboo, the breeze carrying petals into the gently flowing stream, creating a picturesque scene of serene beauty. Sylvia sat down on

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