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.

with his daughter's choice. He always had a

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

nearby vendors sold

checked the food's

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

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

husband?" Mia asked, patting

on," the young man said, setting down the stove and making

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

drowsy Henry, "He's not settled yet. I'll hold him; he cries as soon as I put

carrying skewers of meat and vegetables, placing them on a

strong, and I've never heard of it before." He used to be

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

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 peak season for fish, and that's when picnic clubs by the

her spraying to listen, turned to the young man,

believe. Most visitors these past few weeks have

was sitting on the mat, deep in

as Mia remarked, "That explains all the

to Hansen, "This used to be part of the neighboring county but was incorporated into Havenbrook during the

is nice, with mountains, water, beautiful scenery, and a

asked again, "Is that story 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

was later held across his dad's arms,

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