Facing the Past

After the man left, Henry turned to Shen Xinghui with a calm but piercing gaze.

He flipped the sign on the door to "Closed" and called for Jenna before leading Shen Xinghui to his private quarters.

Henry's room was similar to Shen Xinghui's, though the bed was larger, as it was shared with Jenna.

Shen Xinghui sat across from Henry, clutching at the hem of his clothes, unable to lift his gaze.

"Xinghui," Henry said directly, "is it true that Prince Ignatius is looking for you?"

The blunt question made Shen Xinghui's heart feel like it might burst.

It was a wonder it hadn't already jumped out of his chest, but somehow, he managed to stay composed—barely.

"I'm not angry," Henry said gently. "And I don't believe you've done anything wrong. You're an honest and kind young man. After living with you for a month, that much is clear."

"I…" Shen Xinghui tried to speak but faltered.