Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 703

Scott hurried over and found five brand-new hundred-dollar bills stashed under the cutting board.

"Officer Chad, for just a few cherries, this is way too much."

Chad hadn't planned this with Molly. It was all her, sneaking over, grabbing his wallet, and leaving the money there.

"Molly really gets me, huh?"

Molly grinned, "Of course, only I truly understand you."

Looking for a lunch spot, Molly found a riverside picnic club on her phone.

Molly nibbled on her thumb, "Chad-"

"Henry's too young."

"He won't eat much anyway."

"The smoke will be strong."

Molly stopped pleading and got down to business, "Chad, if you take me to the picnic, I'll stay over at the Byrne family's house tonight."

Officer Chad, always ready to compromise, asked, "Where's it at?"

A half-hour drive later, they arrived at the bustling riverside, vehicles parked all around. It was a busy weekend. Walking down the slope, Andre carried his son and held his wife's hand, surrounded by dirt paths and the smoke from woodland barbecues. Kids played by the river, and a few high school students in uniforms were there too.

was thrilled with his daughter's choice. He always had a soft spot

handy, and Leo joked about Anya's blind

didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors

the food's

clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around with her child, feeling the heat and Henry's fussiness from lack of

a young man appeared with a donkey, setting a stove and charcoal on the ground, "This was ordered by a Mr. Cedillo. Should I leave it

Mia asked, patting her son's

the child to play on," the young man said, setting down the stove and

a new cushion, unwrapping it and laying it on the ground,

yet. I'll hold him; he cries as

carrying skewers of meat

this river called? The current's pretty strong, and I've never heard of it before." He used to be a politician in Havenbrook,

then spread a mat and thin blanket on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect repellent, sprayed it around to keep

he went to his exams and topped them. On his way back, he remembered the fish and ate it again. Since then, it's said that eating fish from this river brings exam success. Gradually, it became known as Scholar's River. Every year around April and May, students and their parents come here for good luck. It's the

who had paused her spraying to listen, turned to

believe. Most visitors these past few weeks have been

was sitting on the mat, deep

in demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains all

part of the neighboring county but was incorporated into Havenbrook during

recalled recent events, "This place is nice, with mountains, water, beautiful

true, I'll bring my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking his college entrance exams in 18 years." Henry, cradled by his dad, cried a bit, then continued

rosy-cheeked Henry was later held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously calming into

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