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.

He always

of stuff came in handy, and Leo

they didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors sold all kinds of meats and

food's freshness like

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

asked,

young man

cushion, unwrapping it and laying it on the ground,

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

man returned, both carrying skewers of meat and vegetables, placing them on a nearby

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

husband, 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 mosquitoes

lit the stove and explained, "We call it Scholar's River. Legend has it that in ancient times, a scholar passing through here caught a fish. His wife cooked it, and after eating, 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

listen, turned to the young man,

visitors these past few

who was sitting on the

one else noticed Anya's change in demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains all

but

recalled recent events, "This place is nice,

my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking his college entrance

arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously

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