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

his expression serene, "You really

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

happiness is my happiness. In a

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

a steady tone, "You're the same

glancing towards the riverbank where Sylvia was watching Estelle fish, a turbulent mix of emotions hidden in his gaze, but

preparing the fish with a sharp rock-scaling, gutting, and cleaning

hand at the task. Her movements were less practiced than Estelle's, but she was calm and composed, a stark contrast to her delicate features

"I didn't peg you for the outdoorsy

lifted a finger for such tasks," Sylvia laughed at herself before her expression

"That's pretty

“Maybe to others, but I wouldn't dare show off in front of

they bantered, they finished cleaning the fish

gently flowing stream, creating a picturesque scene of serene beauty. Sylvia

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