Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 80: A Promise of Forever

Every selfish desire, every cowardly trick—he had to confess it all, lay it bare, and apologize.

And then, he would whisper his love again and again.

This was a chance he couldn’t waste.

"I should have said it properly from the start. I was wrong to try and keep you by my side with deceit. I was wrong to push you into staying when you were uncertain and afraid. I was wrong to hide my feelings from you.

I’m sorry. Please, forgive ."

"Shen Xinghui..."

"I love you, Shen Xinghui. I wanted you by my side because I love you. I couldn’t let you go. I kept dragging out our journey because I didn’t want to give you a reason to leave."

In his arms, Shen Xinghui’s cheeks flushed.

His expression softened, little by little.

And Ignatius knew.

His words had reached him.

He wasn’t being rejected.

Relief settled into his chest.

The desperate edge in his voice eased, and he finally let himself look at Shen Xinghui properly.

His grip relaxed, just slightly.

"I want to talk—really talk. Please, give one more chance. I’ll tell you everything, just as it is."

"...Can I co back?"

"Of course! I want you to see that house as your ho. And until you do, I’ll keep telling you how much I love you. Again and again."

He was coming back.

That alone was enough.

As long as Shen Xinghui was by his side, Ignatius’s world would start turning again.

Food would taste good again.

He would be able to smile again.

Ignatius was already fully aware—he could not live without Shen Xinghui.

When he finally noticed, a couple stood nearby, watching them with warm smiles.

The woman’s eyes shimred with unshed tears as she smiled gently.

Beside her, a man observed the scene with a calm expression.

This man must be Henry—the one who had sent the letter.

Shen Xinghui slipped from Ignatius’s embrace and ran to the couple, his face lighting up with joy as he threw himself into the woman’s arms.

She welcod him warmly, holding him close.

The scene before Ignatius resembled that of a real family.

Shen Xinghui had once told him that he had been distant from his parents in his original world.

Although he had a good relationship with the grandparents who had raised him, parental love had always been a foreign concept to him.

Perhaps this couple had beco the parents Shen Xinghui never had—watching over him with warmth, supporting him, giving him the ti and care he had long been deprived of.

If that was the case, then to Ignatius, these two were parents as well.

"Thank you, Lady Jenna, Sir Henry. I truly owe you both so much... You even called your son—I was so happy."

"Oh, I never had a son, but this feels like sending one off in marriage. Xinghui, you must be happy, alright? Never wear a sorrowful face. And if things ever get too hard, co back here anyti.

This will always be your ho."

"Lady Jenna...!"

Ignatius found himself unable to say anything in response to her words.

But he carved them deep into his heart.

If Shen Xinghui ever felt the urge to return here, it would an Ignatius had failed to make him happy.

No—perhaps he was thinking about it the wrong way.

Instead of keeping Shen Xinghui from wanting to return, he should simply ask, "Can I co back with you?"

This place had beco Shen Xinghui’s ho.

Naturally, there would be tis when he wanted to see his family.

Ignatius refused to be the kind of narrow-minded man who couldn’t accept that.

Henry regarded him with quiet understanding.

In response, Ignatius bowed his head deeply, with the utmost sincerity.

"Thank you for taking care of Shen Xinghui. I am truly grateful."

"No need to thank us, Your Highness. We were able to spend such joyful days together because of him. That’s why we truly wish for his happiness. Please cherish him."

"I will. Without fail."

Determination settled in his heart.

Ignatius pulled Shen Xinghui into his arms once more.

And there, he swore—

To Henry, to Jenna, to Shen Xinghui—

And above all, to himself.

...

"I Will Bear Your Child"

Shen Xinghui’s words hung in the air, and Iganatius couldn’t fully process them at first.

He knew that Shen Xinghui was afraid.

Even now, after saying that he loved him, that fear hadn’t completely disappeared.

There was hesitation, yet the sound of his heart, creaking like an old door, couldn’t be ignored.

Joy. Affection.

Those emotions overflowed.

He didn’t want to hurt him.

He didn’t want Shen Xinghui to push himself.

But the overwhelming feelings of love and concern poured out in equal asure.

He gazed into Shen Xinghui’s eyes—gentle, calm, yet carrying a strong-willed light within them.

He wasn’t running away.

He was staring straight at him, longing for him.

It was different from before—this ti, it was clear.

He was being desired.

The one running away was himself.

How foolish it was to still be afraid of rejection after all this.

Shen Xinghui had co back to him, even after all the pain he had caused.

Despite his shaful, pathetic self, he had chosen to stay by his side.

Slowly, he took a pill from the small vial.

Ignatius’s hand quietly overlapped his own, and then, pressing a kiss filled with boundless love, he parted his hesitant lips and gently accepting what was given.

Their tongues t in a trembling embrace, and he softly sucked, holding Ignatius’s quivering body close.

Tenderly, taking his ti, he touched him with care.

When they finally parted, Shen Xinghui’s face was flushed, his expression lting into a haze of sensuality.

Beautiful, alluring.

His small fra sotis seed fragile, almost childlike, but the desire he radiated stirred sothing deep within him.

The scent of his skin only drew him in further.

As he let out a dazed, blissful smile, he placed a soft kiss on his cheek before looking down at the pill in his palm.