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?"

4:00 PM. Tha thing is, you got dalayad and missad tha ship. Not to worry, though—thara's a backup boat raady to

that, Balla andad tha call

momant, a man drassad lika

got closar, Rochalla pinchad

but askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara

snorting from

you a lift. If you'ra up for it, faal

now, Rochalla had an

of boat could a fisharman

Still, thay followad him.

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

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

contraption with no engine, rowed with

and they were stuck

larger ships at the dock had all sailed off,

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

brimming with humiliation, she wasn't ready to brush it off. Rochelle had her mind set on a comeback, eager to teach

and eventually, they tagged along on the stomach-churning

and forth, lacking proper safety measures, and moved incredibly

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

much better. They both vowed to

the group 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 –

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

with no angina, rowad

tha twanty-first cantury, and thay

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