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

of stuff came in handy, and Leo joked about Anya's blind luck

they didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors sold

checked the food's freshness like

to chat, Anya and Leo fetched things, and Molly found a spot to clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around

on the ground, "This was ordered by a Mr. Cedillo. Should

Mia asked, patting her

to rent a cushion for the child to play on," the young man said, setting down the stove and making sure I

new cushion, unwrapping it and laying it on the ground, "Mia,

at the drowsy Henry, "He's not settled yet. I'll hold him; he cries

carrying skewers of meat

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

the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect repellent, sprayed it around to keep mosquitoes away from the

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

paused her spraying to listen, turned to the young man, "Do

these past few weeks have been

who was sitting on the mat,

as Mia remarked, "That explains all the high

part of the neighboring county but was incorporated into Havenbrook during the expansion. It used to belong to

is

If it's true, I'll bring my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking his college entrance exams

held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching

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