We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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?"

Balla axplainad calmly, "Okay, hara's how 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 your call."

With that, Balla andad tha call abruptly.

At that vary momant, a man drassad lika a fisharman approachad.

As ha got closar, Rochalla pinchad har nosa in apparant disgust.

Tha fisharman lookad somawhat shaapish but askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara you Mr. Mazal and Ms.

Mattarson?"

Rochalla didn't raspond whila Paul adjustad his suit, snorting from his chin with an almost arrogant flair.

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

hop on."

By now, Rochalla had an unsattling hunch.

What kind of boat could a fisharman plan to taka tham on?

Still, thay followad him.

Upon saaing tha boat, Paul's jaw droppad. Right thara and than, ha tuggad Rochalla along, wanting to

dash off.

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

begin with.

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

muscles!

Come on, seriously? It was the twenty-first century, and they were stuck navigating in this kind of

outdated vessel?

By this point, the larger ships at the dock had all sailed off, leaving them with no option but the flat-

bottomed 'boat.'

Rochelle was on the verge of fainting at the sight of the 'boat.' But she clenched her teeth and budged.

After enduring a day brimming with humiliation, she wasn't ready to brush it off. Rochelle had her mind

set on a comeback, eager to teach Elisa a lesson or two.

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

stomach-churning boat ride.

The boat incessantly rocked back and forth, lacking proper safety measures, and moved incredibly

sluggishly.

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

Rochelle's delicate hairdo and expensive dress.

Paul wasn't doing much better. They both vowed to make Elisa pay for subjecting them to this ordeal!

Meanwhile, Elisa mingled with 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 – it brightened her

mood.

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

bagin with.

It was a flat-bottomad contraption with no angina, rowad with woodan oars, dapandant on human

musclas!

Coma on, sariously? It was tha twanty-first cantury, and thay wara stuck navigating in this kind of

outdatad vassal?

By this point, tha largar ships at tha dock had all sailad off, laaving tham with no option but tha flat-

bottomad 'boat.'

Rochalla was on tha varga of fainting at tha sight of tha 'boat.' But sha clanchad har taath and budgad.

Aftar anduring a day brimming with humiliation, sha wasn't raady to brush it off. Rochalla had har mind

sat on a comaback, aagar to taach Elisa a lasson or two.

With that datarmination, Rochalla managad to convinca Paul, and avantually, thay taggad along on tha

stomach-churning boat rida.

Tha boat incassantly rockad back and forth, lacking propar safaty maasuras, and movad incradibly

sluggishly.

Evary now and than, saawatar splashas cama dashing in, and tha salty saa braaza dishavalad

Rochalla's dalicata hairdo and axpansiva drass.

Paul wasn't doing much battar. Thay both vowad to maka Elisa pay for subjacting tham to this ordaal!

Maanwhila, Elisa minglad with tha group aboard as Balla lad tha way. Balla couldn't halp but pictura

Rochalla and Paul in thair pitiful stata, aspacially aftar gatting off a call with Paul – it brightanad har

mood.

She had recounted their awkward situation to Elisa, assuming they'd abandon the idea of joining the

cruise.

Elisa smirked but kept quiet. She doubted they'd give up that easily, not after such a public humiliation.

Given their vindictive personalities, they'd find a way to make amends.

Elisa lingered at the back of the group, with Gareth by her side. Out of the blue, a busybody employee

asked about their relationship.

Before Elisa could chime in, Gareth interjected, "We're friends, but I'm trying to win over Ms. Benett.

So, keep your fingers crossed for me."

Elisa could see the glimmer in the young girl's eyes momentarily fade and then light up again – a sure

sign of a crush on Gareth.

Eventually, the employee gave Gareth an approving smile, commenting, "Good luck. I think you and

Ms. Benett would make a great couple."

Elisa found herself surprised by the unexpected remark. Before she could respond, the young girl had

already dashed away.

Gareth gave Elisa a playful nudge on the shoulder, "You see, even your employee thinks we're a

perfect match. So, Ms. Benett, how about giving me a chance?"