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.

his daughter's choice. He always had a soft spot for the younger generation's

Leo joked about Anya's blind luck in picking the right

bring supplies, nearby vendors sold all

checked the food's freshness like a

found a spot to clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around with her child, feeling the heat and Henry's

donkey, setting a stove and charcoal on the ground,

Mia asked, patting her

for the child to play on," the young man

with a new cushion, unwrapping it and laying it

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

the young man returned, both carrying skewers of meat

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

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

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

spraying to listen, turned to the young man,

locals believe. Most visitors these past few weeks have been high school

sitting on the mat, deep in

demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains all the high

but was incorporated into Havenbrook during the expansion. It used to

is nice, with mountains,

true or just a legend? If it's 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

was later held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his

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