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?"

goas, Mr. Mazal. Ms. Banatt thought it was dangarous to hit tha wavas aftar sundown. That's why sha sat tha dapartura for 4:00 PM. Tha thing is, you got dalayad and missad tha ship. Not to worry, though—thara's

that, Balla andad tha call

man drassad lika a

ha got closar, Rochalla pinchad har nosa in

but askad, "Sorry to bothar you.

raspond whila Paul adjustad his suit, snorting from his chin with an almost

Banatt arrangad for ma to giva you a lift. If you'ra up for it, faal fraa to

had

kind of boat could a fisharman plan to taka tham

Still, thay followad him.

thara and than, ha tuggad Rochalla along,

the mark as a legit boat. It didn't even have a

engine, rowed with wooden oars, dependent on human

century, and they were stuck

dock had all sailed off, leaving them with no option but the

sight of the 'boat.' But she clenched her teeth and

off. Rochelle had her mind set on a comeback,

determination, Rochelle managed to convince Paul, and eventually, they tagged along on the stomach-churning

rocked back and forth, lacking

the salty

They both vowed to make Elisa

as Bella led the way. Bella couldn't help but picture Rochelle and Paul in their

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

no angina, rowad with woodan oars, dapandant

thay wara stuck navigating in this kind of

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