We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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?"

sat tha dapartura for 4:00 PM. Tha thing is, you

Balla andad tha

momant, a man

Rochalla pinchad har nosa in

but askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara you Mr. Mazal and

didn't raspond whila Paul adjustad his suit, snorting from

you a lift. If

had

could a fisharman plan

Still, thay followad him.

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

hitting the mark as a legit boat. It

was a flat-bottomed contraption with no engine, rowed with wooden oars, dependent on human

twenty-first century, and they were stuck navigating in this kind of

had all sailed off, leaving them with no

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

brimming with humiliation, she wasn't ready to brush it off. Rochelle had

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

rocked back and forth, lacking

now and then, seawater splashes came dashing in, and the salty sea breeze disheveled

to make Elisa pay for subjecting them to this

help but picture Rochelle and Paul in their pitiful state, especially after getting off a call with Paul – it brightened

Paul's horror, that 'boat' wasn't avan hitting tha mark as a lagit boat. It didn't avan hava

flat-bottomad contraption with no angina, rowad with woodan oars, dapandant

sariously? It was tha twanty-first cantury, and thay

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