Chapter 414

Samuel wrote again, "Honey, I haven't had any alcohol. I'm just chatting with them. After we're done, I'll head home and wait for you to come back like a good boy." Shelmaine didn't reply. Samuel put his phone away and turned to Samson. "Hey, where did you and your wife hold your wedding?" Luke raised a brow. "What's this? You're planning a wedding now?" Samuel nodded seriously, "Of course. We've already been divorced once. Not having a proper wedding this time would be inappropriate." Luke smirked. "Well, look who's had a change of heart." Samuel didn't deny it. "Marriage is great. Having a wife who cares for you, who keeps you in line—it's the best. Luke, you should stop wasting time and settle down yourself." Luke's expression darkened slightly. "Why drag me into this? Did I step on your tail or something?" Everyone in their circle knew about Luke’s situation with Isabelle. She was preparing to study abroad, and Luke, instead of stopping her, had let her go, indifferent to her choices. Samuel, basking in his own happiness, ignored him and turned back to Samson, his excitement barely contained. Samson raised his hands in mock surrender. "You're really serious about this? Does Shelmaine even agree?" "She agrees." "Weren't you two fighting over divorce?" "We're not divorcing anymore. I've convinced her." "Impressive." Samuel tilted his chin proudly. "See? Now I finally understand you, Samson. I used to think you were crazy for getting married so young. Now I get it. You're the smart one." Samson clicked his tongue. "Took you long enough. Back then, you all said I was nuts for tying the knot early. Who's laughing now? I've been ahead of the curve all along." With that, Samuel pulled Samson aside to discuss wedding planning, determined to organize a proper ceremony for Shelmaine. He wanted to make up for what they had missed before—a wedding that wasn’t just a formality but a genuine commitment. For Samuel, this was about fulfilling a promise and creating the memory they both deserved. … Shelmaine, meanwhile, was completely unaware of Samuel's plans. She had returned to Aurich and met up with her assistant, Beatrix, whom she hadn't seen in two years. When she saw Beatrix, Shelmaine couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this really the same assistant I hired? You're gorgeous! What's your secret?" Beatrix's eyes welled with tears even as she laughed. "Ms. Clarke, you're finally back." "Did you miss me?" "I missed you to death! Finally, you're here!" After some catching up, Shelmaine learned that the studio, under Beatrix's management, had not only survived but thrived, making a name for itself in the industry. A year ago, Shelmaine had already reconnected with Beatrix. She would occasionally send over design drafts and have Beatrix oversee the final products. After all, the studio was still under her name, and she couldn't neglect it. Thankfully, Beatrix was incredibly capable and had managed to keep everything running smoothly. A surge of pride swelled in Shelmaine as she leaned over and kissed Beatrix on the cheek. "You're amazing! Absolutely incredible! I knew I made the right choice. Love you to bits!" "Ms. Clarke, your enthusiasm is scaring me." "What's there to be scared of? Do I look like a monster?" "Of course not. But Ms. Clarke… when are you coming back to take over? I, uh, I'm getting married soon and want to focus on planning the wedding." "Alright, go ahead and focus on your wedding. Come back when it's all done." Shelmaine had already given Beatrix half the studio's shares a year ago, making her a co-owner. "Oh, by the way, you and Mr. Hasting…" "Hmm? Is this about gossip?" Shelmaine sighed. "Ms. Clarke, honestly, while you were away, Mr. Hasting really helped out the studio. I swear I'm not lying. He even ordered a custom jewelry set from us once. Do you remember that?"