True Love Deserves a Second Chance

Paxon gently held Joyce's cheeks with his tiny hands as he spoke.

His serious and sincere expression made Joyce's tears finally spill over.

Through her sobs, she asked, "Can I really think of you as my baby?"

Paxon nodded eagerly, "Of course you can, Aunt Joyce. Don't worry about my mom getting mad. She already gave me the okay and she's happy about it." With her worries gone, Joyce couldn't help but hug Paxon tightly.

Her voice trembled with emotion, "Can you call me that again?"

Paxon leaned in close to her ear, his voice soft but comforting, "Mom."

Hearing him say that, Joyce finally broke down and cried.

This was a moment she had dreamed of countless times.

She dreamed almost every night of her baby calling her mom.

But every time she woke up, all she had was a wet pillow.

Her baby was long gone.

Joyce held Paxon tightly, nodding with a broken heart, "I love you."

Seeing them so close, Ryan's eyes turned red and teary.

He stood quietly to the side, watching them embrace.

If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been separated.

Joyce wouldn't have had to endure the pain of losing a child.

The more Ryan thought about it, the more his heart ached. He couldn't help but walk over and hug them both tightly.

It was the scene he had longed for.

After two years, he finally beheld it, yet in another identity.

Ryan's heart ached deeply. He gently stroked Joyce's head with his large hand, his voice hoarse, "Alright, don't cry. I'll take Joyce then realized she had lost her composure, with Ryan, an outsider standing by.

you both shopping."

She immediately gathered her emotions, her eyes still wet with tears looked at Ryan, "We've already taken up your whole day. Sorry to trouble you further. We can go by ourselves. You can busy with your work." Ryan looked at the tears on her face, wanting to reach out and wipe them away.

But he was afraid that such an intimate gesture would make Joyce misunderstand.

He had to dismiss the thought.

He glanced at Paxon and chuckled lightly.

"How could you be heartless, Ms. Blackwood! I played with your son all day, and you won't even treat me to dinner?"

Paxon clapped his hands in delight, "Yes, I want to eat mom's cooking, too."

He then looked sensibly at Joyce, "Mom, he really worked hard today. Let's invite him for dinner."novelbin

Hearing this, Joyce couldn't refuse Paxon's request.

So she agreed, "We'll go to the mall to go shopping first, then to the supermarket for groceries. I'll cook for you at home." With her permission, a smile appeared on Ryan's face.

He took Paxon from Joyce's hands, smiling, "Let's go. My stomach's been growling."

After shopping, Joyce took them back to her small apartment.

Opening the door and seeing the familiar scene again, Ryan felt a pang of sadness.

There were so many memories of him and Joyce here.

They had once shared wild sex on this bed, the sofa, and even in the bathroom.

Recalling these moments, Ryan's expression turned sorrowful.

Seeing him like this, Paxon tugged at his large hand, "Hey, come in. I'll show you the photos of me and mom."

He led Ryan into the living room.

He took an album from a drawer and handed it to Ryan, "These are the photos of me and mom. Aren't we cute?"

Although Joyce had kept these photos well, Ryan could still see signs of wear.

Ryan's heart was pierced with pain.

He wondered if Joyce would look at this album in the quiet night whenever she thought of their baby.

He flipped through the pages, each photo stabbing his heart.

Not only because the photos contained Paxon's growing during the past two years, but also seeing how close he was with Joyce.

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Paxon patted Ryan's large hand with a smile, "You look at them first. I'll go check on my mom in the kitchen."

With that, he ran into the kitchen with his short legs, sat on a small stool beside Joyce, and stared at her with his bright eyes.

Joyce's heart melted, and she couldn't help but sing a nursery rhyme to Paxon.

The two were very lively in the kitchen.

Ryan sat alone on the sofa, a happy smile on his lips.

He opened the drawer to put the album back and helped Joyce in the kitchen.

At that moment, he saw a bottle of Paroxetine in the drawer, a medication for treating depression.

Could Joyce's depression have returned?

The thought of this possibility made Ryan's heart ache unbearably.

His eyes grew wet.

He should have thought of this earlier.

He should have known what Joyce would become after losing so much.

He clenched his fist tightly.

His throat couldn't help but move.

He gently stroked the medicine bottle, his voice hoarse and dark, "Joyce, I'm sorry."

He didn't know what else to say besides sorry.

All of Joyce's pain was caused by him.

He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

Ryan quickly composed himself and went into the kitchen to help Joyce cook.

The three of them sat at the dining table.

The table was filled with a variety of dishes and fruits.

Paxon sat between the two of them, creating a picture of a happy family of three, making Joyce unable to resist immersing herself in it.

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After dinner, Joyce put Paxon to bed, telling him two stories before he fell asleep, with his arms still hugging her neck.

Before falling asleep, Paxon murmured, "Mom, I love you."

Then he closed his eyes and slept.

Looking at his cute face, Joyce gently kissed him.

"Baby, I love you too."

Though she knew it was all a façade and her baby would never return, she was still happy.

Being able to transfer her love to Paxon was satisfied enough.

She came out of the bedroom and saw Ryan smoking on the balcony.

His back and his smoking posture made Joyce momentarily think it was Sebastian.

She walked over and softly said, "Mr. Ward, thank you for today. It's late now. Please go

back."

Ryan immediately extinguished the cigarette, slowly turned, and walked towards her.

He still had a faint smell of tobacco, his voice hoarse, "Ms. Blackwood, aren't you going to let me stay at night?" Joyce looked at him calmly, "Mr. Ward, don't forget our appointment. We're just pretending to be a couple, not lovers." Seeing her so serious, Ryan chuckled lowly, "No need to be so tense. I was just joking. I'll leave now."

With that, he looked down at Joyce for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Ryan drove straight to Leonard's house.

Seeing him come in, Leonard was a bit surprised, "You came so late. Is something wrong?"

Ryan nodded slightly, "I found Grandpa."

Hearing this, Leonard frowned.

He was about to say something when he saw Elise going downstairs, looking as normal as ever.

But seeing Ryan's face, she immediately started acting crazy, "Who are you? Did devil send you to catch me?"

Just as she was about to act crazy, Ryan walked over and grabbed her wrist.

Ryan slowly took off his disguise mask, revealing his naturally handsome face.

He called out in a deep voice, "Mom, it's me."