No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1859

Summary for Chapter 1859: No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)

Chapter 1859 – A Turning Point in No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) by Canna

In this chapter of No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa), Canna introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 1859 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

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!

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?"