Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 45: A Family’s Proposal and a Prince’s Search

He seed to have a natural adaptability, and his movents grew more efficient as he learned to eliminate unnecessary steps.

The mistakes disappeared entirely and he began to recognize the regular custor.

Morning custors, those who ca for lunch, and patrons who always ordered the sa dish—all beca familiar faces.

Just as Shen Xinghui rembered them, they, too, grew accustod to him.

"Xinghui!" so of the regular custor started him calling out affectionately, welcoming him as part of their daily lives.

A month had passed since Shen Xinghui had fled Ignatius’s mansion.

By now, he had fully adjusted to life at the inn and was enjoying his days.

It felt so comfortable that the inn almost seed like ho.

Yet, the ache in his chest hadn’t gone away.

In that month, he assud Ignatius had completely forgotten about him.

It was what he had wanted, but so part of him still mourned that loss.

Deep down, a foolish part of him had hoped to be searched for, to be missed.

One evening, after the inn had closed for the day, Shen Xinghui was spending ti with Jenna and Henry in the kitchen as part of their usual family-like routine.

Unexpectedly, Henry sat across from him, his expression unusually serious.

"Xinghui, do you have a mont?" Henry asked.

"Yes, of course," Shen Xinghui replied, sitting up straight, sensing the weight of the conversation.

Jenna joined them, sitting nearby.

"Have you settled in here?" Henry asked.

"Yes, very much so. Every day has been wonderful," Shen Xinghui answered earnestly.

Henry nodded his head in satisfaction, his expression softening for a mont before returning to seriousness.

"Actually, Jenna and I have been talking about sothing. If you’re okay with it, how would you feel about becoming our son?"

"What?" Shen Xinghui blinked in surprise, his mind racing to process the unexpected offer.

Did they an to adopt him?

Him, soone with nothing to his na, as their son?

"As you can see, we don’t have any children of our own," Henry explained. "For a long ti, we thought we were fine with that. But seeing you here with us, we realized how much we’d been missing. Having you around has made us feel like this is what it must be like to have a child."

"You’re just so dear to us," Jenna added with a warm smile. "The more we’ve watched you, the more we’ve thought, ’If only soone like Xinghui could be our child.’ So, if it wouldn’t trouble you, would you consider it?"

Both of them spoke with sincerity, their expressions full of love and earnestness.

Shen Xinghui felt a warmth spread through his chest, and tears threatened to fall.

Having never known the kindness of parents before, he found himself deeply moved.

In many ways, Henry and Jenna were his ideal vision of what parents could be.

Over ti, he had co to see them as parental figures as well.

However, it wasn’t an easy decision.

Doubts crept into his mind—whether it was right for him to intrude on their lives, whether he’d beco a burden.

His overthinking tendencies kicked in, making him hesitant to give a quick answer.

"Take your ti," Henry said gently. "We want you to think it over carefully and make a decision by yourself. There’s no rush, and we’re prepared to accept if you say no. Please, don’t feel pressured by us."

"That’s right," Jenna chid in. "This is just sothing we feel. You should live your life in the way you want. And even if you choose not to beco our son, know that in our hearts, you’re already like one to us."

"Henry... Jenna..." Shen Xinghui whispered, overwheld by their kindness.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, and Jenna smiled softly as she wiped them away.

Henry looked on with a warm, approving gaze.

Shen Xinghui let himself savor their heartfelt warmth, treasuring the mont.

The following day, Shen Xinghui went about his morning as usual, handling the inn’s busy rush with ease.

Between the morning and lunch crowds, he used the spare ti to clean and wash dishes.

While working, one of their regular lunch custors arrived earlier than usual.

"Welco!" Shen Xinghui greeted cheerfully.

"Oh, Xinghui! Perfect timing!" the man said, sounding excited.

"Huh? What is it?" Shen Xinghui asked, puzzled.

The man who had co into the inn didn’t seem to be there for a al.

Shen Xinghui tilted his head in confusion, and Henry, who had been watching, raised his gaze as well.

"What’s going on?" Henry asked.

"They just put up a notice from the town hall," the man replied. "Apparently, it’s from Prince Ignatius."

At the ntion of Ignatius’s na, Shen Xinghui’s heart clenched, sending a painful jolt through his chest.

He instinctively gripped at his shirt, overwheld by a swirl of emotions—an odd mix of sadness, anxiety, fear, and tension that made him feel as though he might cry.

Henry, noticing Shen Xinghui’s state, prompted the man to continue.

"What does the notice say?"

"Apparently, he’s looking for soone. A young man in his early twenties with black hair and black eyes. Soone from another world."

Both Henry and Jenna turned their eyes toward Shen Xinghui.

He could feel their stares and knew he must look pale.

He was trembling and he was aware of it.

Why was Ignatius searching for him?

After a whole month, why now?

Was he angry that Shen Xinghui had left without a word?

Or was he worried about his sudden disappearance?

A thousand thoughts raced through Shen Xinghui’s mind, but he couldn’t summon the courage to face Ignatius.

He had been rejected once already—what kind of expression or feelings could he possibly bring to et Ignatius again?

"I can’t say for certain if it’s him," Henry said quietly. "But for now, please keep this to yourself."

"Hm? Sure, that’s fine," the man replied with a shrug. "But isn’t it likely that others are also suspicious?"

"Even so, I ask for a little ti," Henry insisted.