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You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1926

Chapter 1926: Please Wear a Mask When Going Out

Upon arriving at the movie theater, Luther got out of the car holding Alisha, while Joyce held Anderson's hand as they walked in together.

Sure enough, this place was very special, with a particularly large newly-built mall. Shopping, dining, and entertainment were all integrated, and the movie theater was located on the top floor, occupying almost the entire space.

After entering the movie theater, the staff distributed special glasses to each of them. Joyce bought popcorn for Alisha, a mix of chocolate and cream flavors, and some snacks for Anderson, along with two bottles of water.

Upon entering the screening hall, it was indeed not filled with individual seats, but rather with beds. Four beds were arranged together, each accompanied by a mobile tray of snacks and drinks, looking very comfortable.

"Wow, this is quite interesting," Anderson praised.

"So comfortable," Alisha was the first to climb onto the bed, even standing and jumping on it, the excellent elasticity making her thoroughly enjoy herself.

Joyce carefully supported Alisha, "Be careful, don't fall."

"Sit down, the movie is about to start," Anderson pointed at Alisha. "Stop jumping, don't break the bed; there's a massager inside."

"Okay," Alisha obediently sat down. "I want to be with Mommy."

"Okay," Joyce lay down in the middle bed, with Alisha on her left and Anderson on her right.

However, Luther was not satisfied, "I also want to be with my wife. You two on the left and right, where am I supposed to sit?"

Joyce, "..."

What is he doing? Is this grown man feeling jealous of the kids?

Anderson rolled his eyes, "Come on, just sit with us, alright?"

"Fine, you lie down next to me," Luther said, without any politeness.

Joyce finally couldn't stand it, "You're really jealous of the kids! You're being unreasonable!"

Luther lay down arrogantly on the bed next to Joyce. "What's wrong? Is it not okay?"

Then he pulled Anderson over to his side. "Since we're all together, why make a fuss?"

Joyce, "..."

Anderson, "..."

Who is really making a fuss here?

After the movie started, Joyce carefully put on the glasses for Alisha, while Anderson was familiar with the process and didn't need any help.

"Mommy, watching movies lying down is really comfortable," Anderson enjoyed.

"Too bad the massage chair function is not that great," Luther had already activated the automatic massage function of the bed, enjoying the moderately strong kneading. "Quite creative, we could introduce something like this to our resort in the future."

"Dad, I heard about another type of cinema, a car cinema. You watch the movie in your car. There are no seats, but there are parking spaces. Everyone parks their car in the designated spot and watches the movie from the front," Anderson said, "I saw it when I was searching earlier, but the location would be more remote."

"Of course. To watch a movie in a car, you need a spacious area, naturally in the suburbs," Joyce made a "shh" gesture. "No talking, it will disturb others."

"Okay," Anderson closed his mouth and watched the movie quietly. In fact, he wasn't very interested in watching these kinds of things; whatever he wanted to watch, he could search for it on his computer at any time. But being together as a family felt different.

When one movie ended, everyone felt reluctant to leave.

As they left, Joyce said, "The production effects were really good. The storyline was also good, but unfortunately not perfect. The protagonist lost a child, and it's heart-wrenching to watch."

"The director deliberately leaves everyone with a sense of regret after watching it. Only then can it be thought-provoking," Luther held Alisha, "It's just a story, fictional. Don't take it too seriously."

Looking up, he caught sight of Alisha's teary eyes and smiled, "Alisha actually cried, was it good?"

Alisha nodded, "It was good. I want Daddy and Mommy."

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