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 had

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

though they didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors sold

the food's freshness

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

stove and charcoal on the ground, "This was ordered by

my husband?" Mia asked, patting her

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

laying it on the ground, "Mia, let's put

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

both carrying skewers of meat and vegetables,

man, what's this river called? The current's pretty strong, and I've never heard of it

on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect repellent, sprayed it

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

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

past few weeks have been high school

glanced at Chad, who was sitting on the

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

neighboring county but was incorporated

recalled recent events, "This place is nice, with mountains, water, beautiful scenery, and a lively

true, I'll bring my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking

was later held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously calming into a peaceful

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