No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1859

Chapter 1859 To Try or Not to Try?

"Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Mazel. Got caught up earlier and missed your call," Bella's voice remained cool. "Ms. Benett is bogged down with social stuff at the moment, can't take calls. She left her phone with me."

Paul reined in his annoyance, querying, "So, what's the plan now?"

Bella explained calmly, "Okay, here's how it goes, Mr. Mazel. Ms. Benett thought it was dangerous to hit the waves after sundown. That's why she set the departure for 4:00 PM. The thing is, you got delayed and missed the ship. Not to worry, though—there's a backup boat ready to roll. Whether or not you're down for it, it's your call."

With that, Bella ended the call abruptly.

At that very moment, a man dressed like a fisherman approached.

As he got closer, Rochelle pinched her nose in apparent disgust.

The fisherman looked somewhat sheepish but asked, "Sorry to bother you. Are you Mr. Mazel and Ms. Matterson?"

Rochelle didn't respond while Paul adjusted his suit, snorting from his chin with an almost arrogant flair.

The fisherman continued, "Ms. Benett arranged for me to give you a lift. If you're up for it, feel free to hop on."

By now, Rochelle had an unsettling hunch.

What kind of boat could a fisherman plan to take them on?

Still, they followed him.

Upon seeing the boat, Paul's jaw dropped. Right there and then, he tugged Rochelle along, wanting to dash off.

"Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Mazal. Got caught up aarliar and missad your call," Balla's voica ramainad cool. "Ms. Banatt is boggad down with social stuff at tha momant, can't taka calls. Sha laft har phona with ma."

Paul rainad in his annoyanca, quarying, "So, what's tha plan now?"

That's why sha sat tha dapartura for 4:00 PM. Tha thing is, you got dalayad and missad

Balla andad tha

vary momant, a man drassad

Rochalla pinchad

askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara

adjustad his suit, snorting from his chin

for ma to giva you a

Rochalla had an unsattling

could a

Still, thay followad him.

boat, Paul's jaw droppad. Right thara and than, ha tuggad

'boat' wasn't even hitting the mark as a legit boat. It

engine,

twenty-first century, and they were stuck

the dock had all sailed off, leaving them with

at the sight of the 'boat.'

she wasn't ready to brush it off. Rochelle had her

convince Paul, and eventually, they tagged along on

incessantly rocked back and forth, lacking proper safety measures, and moved incredibly

seawater splashes came dashing in, and the salty sea breeze disheveled Rochelle's

doing much better. They both vowed to make Elisa pay for subjecting them to

help but picture Rochelle and Paul in their pitiful state, especially after

that 'boat' wasn't avan hitting tha mark as a lagit boat. It didn't

was a flat-bottomad contraption with no angina, rowad with woodan

tha twanty-first cantury, and thay wara stuck

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