Jeffrey opened a bottle of champagne he had treasured for years, the bubbles overflowing just like their happiness. Beth suddenly exclaimed, "Wait!" She took out an exquisite pocket watch. "This was passed down from your grandmother. She said it was for her first granddaughter’s dowry…" Tony, not to be outdone, added, "Dad has prepared a private island for you! We’ll hold the wedding there!" Laughing and crying, Sloane leaned on Lucas’s shoulder, gazing at her beloved family under the stars. At this moment, she finally understood that the most romantic thing in the world is to be surrounded by love. Lucas seized the opportunity to discuss it with Beth and Tony. "Next month, I’ll bring my grandmother over, and we can all sit down together to set a date for the wedding." Hearing this, Sloane turned to look at Lucas. She had only just accepted his proposal, and now they were already talking about getting married? She wasn't mentally prepared for that… Beth and Tony exchanged a glance. Tony pushed up his glasses and said, "Oh, Lucas, you’re just saying it’s a pity your grandmother couldn't be here for the proposal, is that it? That's fine. When you two get married… in a few years… she can just attend the wedding then." Tony deliberately stressed the words "in a few years." Beth immediately understood. She smiled and took Sloane's hand. "Baby, I’ll take you to get changed out of this gown." With that, she pulled Sloane away, giving Lucas no chance to continue the conversation. Lucas looked at Sloane helplessly, hoping she might say something, but she just gave him a shrug and left with Beth. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting mottled shadows on the wooden floor. Lucas leaned against the bay window, a glass of red wine held between his long fingers. The dark red liquid glowed enticingly in the moonlight. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, he lifted his gaze. Sloane emerged, wearing a silk robe. The ends of her hair were still dripping, the water gathering into a small trickle at her collarbone. Lucas’s gaze darkened instantly. The wine glass was set casually on the windowsill, the red wine leaving an intimate smear on the glass."Come here," he said, his voice low and hoarse as he held out his hand to her. The moment she was close, he yanked her into his arms. His lips, tasting of red wine, pressed down on hers without preamble. His tongue parted her teeth, transferring the rich liquid into her mouth. Sloane let out a soft sound, her fingers instinctively tightening on the front of his shirt. Lucas’s hand slid down her damp hair, his fingertips gently caressing the nape of her neck, sending a shiver through her. The kiss deepened. Sloane felt the oxygen being drawn from her, her legs growing so weak she could barely stand, forced to cling to his shoulders. In her dazed state, Sloane’s hand misbehaved, slipping under the hem of Lucas’s shirt, only to be caught by the wrist. "You won’t marry me, but you still want to touch, hmm?" Lucas narrowed his eyes dangerously, his Adam’s apple bobbing near her lips. Sloane tilted her head back to nip at his chin. "It was my parents who disagreed. If you’re so tough, go convince them…" Before she could finish, he suddenly lifted her by the hips, pressing her back against the cold glass. "Then shouldn’t you… do some 'convincing'?" he whispered, taking her earlobe between his lips, his hand giving her waist a suggestive squeeze. Moonlight through the curtains cast their overlapping shadows on the wall, like an intimate silhouette. "What, you won’t let me touch you just because they won't agree to a wedding?" Sloane glared at Lucas.