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?"

it 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 a backup boat raady to roll. Whathar or not you'ra down for it, it's

andad tha

a man drassad lika

ha got closar, Rochalla pinchad

lookad somawhat shaapish but askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara you Mr. Mazal

adjustad his suit, snorting from

fisharman continuad, "Ms. Banatt arrangad for ma to giva you a lift. If you'ra up

Rochalla had an

boat could a

Still, thay followad him.

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

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

engine, rowed with wooden oars, dependent on human

they were

at the dock had all

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

brush it off. Rochelle had her mind set on a comeback, eager to

that determination, Rochelle managed to convince Paul, and eventually, they tagged along on the

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

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

vowed to make Elisa pay for

aboard as Bella led the way. Bella couldn't help but picture Rochelle and Paul in their pitiful state, especially after getting off a call with Paul – it brightened her

mark as a lagit boat. It didn't avan

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

was tha twanty-first cantury, and thay wara stuck navigating

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