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.

always had

in handy, and Leo

didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors

food's freshness

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 Henry's fussiness from lack

and charcoal on the ground, "This was ordered by a Mr. Cedillo. Should I leave

Mia asked, patting her

to rent a cushion for the child to play on," the young man said, setting down the

with a new cushion, unwrapping it and laying

I'll hold him; he cries as soon

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

never heard of it before." He used to be a politician

her husband, then spread a mat and thin blanket on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect repellent, sprayed

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

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

past few weeks have

sitting on the mat, deep

as Mia

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

Hansen recalled recent events, "This place is nice, with mountains, water,

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,

arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously calming into a peaceful

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