Lucas, determined to marry soon, held his ground. "Wanting to touch without being married? That’s just indecent." Sloane shot Lucas a glance, her eyes sparkling with slyness. She squirmed softly, finding a more comfortable position in his arms. Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck, her fingertips toying with the hair at his nape. "So you’re really not going to let me touch?" Sloane murmured, her voice a mix of complaint and coquettish charm. She tilted her head up, her watery eyes looking straight into his, twinkling as if holding starlight. Before he could answer, she slowly leaned in, her warm breath brushing his lips, only to stop just before they touched. Lucas, aroused by this push-and-pull, felt a fire ignite within him. Just as he was about to lean in and take the kiss, Sloane deftly turned her head, breathing softly against his ear, "Didn't you say I was the one being indecent?" Her voice was soft and melodious, the last syllable rising with perfect allure. As she spoke, her fingers trailed down his neck, gently tracing circles on his chest through his shirt.Lucas felt a wave of heat spread from his chest through his entire body. His reason was beginning to crumble under her teasing. He swallowed hard, his voice turning husky, "You little vixen." But Sloane acted as if she hadn't heard him, continuing to rub her soft lips against his cheek, occasionally nipping lightly, leaving faint marks. Her legs also quietly wrapped around his waist, her entire body pressing tightly against him, as if trying to melt into his very bones. Lucas’s breathing suddenly roughened. His hands gripped her waist uncontrollably, pulling her tighter. The moment he was overcome with passion and dipped his head to claim her kiss, Sloane suddenly slipped from his grasp like a nimble fish. He instinctively reached for her, but only caught a lock of her fragrant hair. Sloane had already retreated to a safe distance, slowly and deliberately tying the belt of her robe. In the moonlight, her lips were still glistening, but her eyes were maddeningly clear. "Weren’t you just saying… that it’s indecent if we’re not married?" She deliberately mimicked his earlier tone, her fingertip lightly tapping her own swollen lips. Lucas's shirt was wide open, revealing a strong chest that was rising and falling heavily. He narrowed his eyes and stalked toward her. "Are you playing with fire?" "I’m just following your teachings." As he approached, Sloane pressed her fingers against his chest, stopping him. "After all, it’s not exactly proper…" Lucas stared at the little vixen playing with fire in front of him. Only she could make him feel this frustrated. He sighed. "I just want us to get married soon…" Sloane put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him toward the door. "Then you'd better find a way to convince my parents. Until you do, you’re not allowed in my room." And just like that, Lucas was pushed out. He stood outside, staring at the closed door, rubbing his brow in resignation. He looked down at his own disheveled shirt, then thought of Sloane’s sly expression, and couldn't help but chuckle. "Such a tempting little vixen…" he murmured, his fingertips still tingling with the feel of her hair. Lucas was in the middle of trying to win over Sloane’s parents when he received a call from Samson. "Madam Tessa collapsed! You need to come back, quickly!" Lucas’s fingers on his phone tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white. Samson’s voice continued from the other end: "The doctor said it might be a precursor to a stroke. She’s at Harmony Hospital being treated right now…"