CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: WEREN’T YOU MOVED AT ALL?

Seeing her bewildered expression, Noah Drexler pursed his thin lips and patiently asked her.

"Did I say I wouldn’t go?"

He had only said he didn’t have time; he hadn’t refused to accompany her to the movie.

"But didn’t you say you were very busy?" Summer Shawcross blinked, asking blankly. She asked if he had time, and he said no. Didn’t that sound like a refusal?

"Is that the same thing?" Noah Drexler frowned and questioned her in return.

His schedule was indeed packed for the afternoon, with no free time.

But a few minutes ago, he had already texted his assistant to cancel all his afternoon plans and work.

"Isn’t that basically the same thing?" Summer Shawcross was speechless and couldn’t help doubting her life.

This man’s logic was truly... peculiar!

"Don’t want to go?" Noah Drexler didn’t explain further but directly asked her.

"Go, of course, I’ll go!" Summer pursed her lips, quickly turned around, and got into the car, immediately instructing the driver.

"Please head to the nearest cinema!"

"Sure, madam!"

...

Inside the cinema, Summer Shawcross carefully picked a movie and finally chose a romantic sci-fi film.

It seemed she had heard about this movie before, rumored to be quite touching, but at that time, she was too busy arguing with Noah Drexler to have any time to watch it properly in the cinema.

And now she had the chance to make up for that regret.

Ten minutes later, holding freshly bought popcorn, Summer Shawcross sat contentedly in the theater, watching the movie earnestly.

The plot of the movie was very moving, and by the end, most people in the theater were moved to tears.

Summer Shawcross’s eyes were also wet, completely touched by the storyline.

The movie told the story of a male robot protagonist with human emotions falling in love with a female human protagonist but being unable to be together.

After experiencing various dangers, the handsome robot hero ultimately shut down permanently in the arms of the female lead to save her.

By the time the movie finished, the theater was filled with the sounds of people blowing their noses.

Summer Shawcross quietly grabbed the tissues that came with the popcorn to wipe the corners of her eyes.

However, when she turned to look at Noah Drexler, she was stunned.

He sat beside her, looking at the movie screen with an expressionless face, showing no waves of emotion on his extraordinarily handsome face.

He didn’t even show the slightest bit of emotion.

She couldn’t believe it; any normal person would feel some kind of emotional stir from such a touching and sorrowful plot, if not deeply saddened.

As soon as they exited the cinema, Summer Shawcross couldn’t wait to ask Noah Drexler.

"Noah Drexler, what did you think of the movie we just watched?"

"The special effects were terrible; the post-production team should all be fired!" Noah Drexler considered for two seconds, then spoke to her from a businessman’s professional perspective.

In his view, this sci-fi movie was totally substandard.

His film company, which he personally supervised, had successfully released a sci-fi film with special effects that this movie couldn’t even begin to compare to, and it broke several box office records—a record that still remained unbeaten by any other sci-fi film.

Hearing his answer, Summer Shawcross was somewhat exasperated.

As expected, he was a born businessman and an utterly unromantic one at that.

"I’m not asking about that; I mean the plot. Weren’t you moved at all?" she persisted, refusing to give up.