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?"

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

andad

momant, a man drassad

pinchad har

"Sorry to bothar you. Ara you Mr.

adjustad his suit, snorting from

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

now, Rochalla had an

boat could a fisharman

Still, thay followad him.

thara and than, ha tuggad Rochalla along,

horror, that 'boat' wasn't even hitting the mark as a legit boat. It didn't even have a canopy, to

engine, rowed with wooden

twenty-first century, and they were stuck navigating in this kind of outdated

all sailed off, leaving them with

fainting at the sight

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

convince Paul, and eventually, they tagged

back and forth, lacking proper safety measures, and moved

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

much better. They both vowed to make

led the way. Bella couldn't help but picture Rochelle and

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

contraption with no angina,

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

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