"We..."
Before Charlotte could even finish her sentence, the driver quickly pressed a button, lowering the partition between the front and back seats.
The back seat was entirely separated and concealed from the front of the car.
Charlotte stared at the partition board and silently cursed the driver. Did he think he was being thoughtful? She was just using him as an excuse!
She had not anticipated that the driver would literally take the hint.
Jim could not help letting out a chuckle when he saw Charlotte staring dazedly at the partition board. "Well, we can now." He reached out once more and tried to pull open her collar.
It was not because he wanted to take a look at her birthmark, but...
He had seen Charlotte’s bare shoulder before, and he did not recall seeing anything there.
It was rather out of the blue, even, that he recalled that Number-9 had told him about her birthmark in the past.
Therefore, he wanted to double confirm if this was true.
However, Charlotte clung to her shirt, refusing to relent. "There—There's nothing to see. That birthmark is...hideous! Don't look at it!"
With that, she held both ends of her collar close together, concealing every inch of her bare neck and skin. "Jim, I'm a bit tired now, and I don’t feel like playing this game with you."
Jim narrowed his eyes and glanced at her left shoulder. "Alright. I'm a bit tired too."
Truth be told, he had deliberately misspoken about an important detail; the birthmark was supposed to be on the right, not the left shoulder.
Jim had deliberately misspoken about the location in hopes that Charlotte would notice it and tease him about misremembering. However, he was surprised that she did not seem to know of the birthmark’s existence at all.
She had clutched her left shoulder after hearing what he said.
A split second later, he shook his head
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