CHAPTER 2170

Jim’s brows furrowed as he looked at the phone Bonnie handed to him.

The screen showed a photo of Charlotte lying in a dungeon in Quinn Mansion. The dungeon used to be

gloomy and damp, but in this photo, it seemed to have been decorated with a brighter light with a large

bed, and there was even an aroma diffuser and recreational facilities in it.

The luxurious setting no longer made it look like a dungeon; it instead looked more like a place for a

vacation.

Jim narrowed his eyes. To be able to request such treatment in the dungeon of the Quinn Mansion…

That must have meant that Charlotte was a very important person to the Quinn family or, more

specifically, Quentin.

He lifted his head and looked at Bonnie.

“They’re already on their way?”

“Yes,” Bonnie replied. She took her phone and walked toward the door.

“I know that Mr. Jim is a nostalgic person. If you don’t want to look for Charlotte with us, it’s fine.”

With that, Bonnie then took her red trench coat from the door and instantly wore it, opening the door to

leave.

Looking at Bonnie’s slender and tall figure, Jim furrowed and immediately strode after her.

“I have no more feelings for Charlotte.”

Worried that Bonnie might misunderstand, Jim added, “My feelings for her originated because of

Number-9. Since I know now that Charlotte isn’t Number-9, why would I have feelings for her?”

Bonnie paused for a while and curled her lips to a small smirk.

“Since you have such deep feelings for Number-9, how come you don’t even remember what her

characteristics and temperament are?”

She had never understood why Jim would stubbornly believe that Charlotte was Number -9. None of

their characteristics, habits, or temperaments were the same! Was it genuine when Jim said that he

had only treated Charlotte differently because of Number-9?

Bonnie did not believe that at all.

Jim was startled at Bonnie’s words as he opened the door for her. His grip on the handle remained as

he felt all of the joints on his body stiffened. A moment later, he smiled.

“I thought after all these years, Number-9 had changed.”

“If you really like someone, you won’t think that they’d simply change,” countered Bonnie as she shot

Jim a meaningful look. This belongs to : ©.

“Just like someone who had lost his memory, I believe his temperaments are still the same.” Bonnie

briskly walked past Jim left the house. As she did, the unique fragrance that wafted from her fanned his

face. It was a little itchy, and yet, it smelled good. Jim hurriedly followed after Bonnie.

“I used to believe that Number-9’s characteristics would never change, too, but when all the evidence

pointed out that Charlotte was Number-9, I could only believe her and talked myself into it. Other than

that, I have no other choices.”

Bonnie sat in the front passenger seat.

“Is that right? Or, are you unwilling to dig deeper? Jim, if you truly feel it with your heart, you’d no doubt

notice that the difference between Charlotte and Number-9 is glaringly obvious.”

Jim sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine, sporting a smile on his face.

“From what you’re saying, I might misunderstand that you, Ms. Craig, are Number-9 instead.” He tilted

his head to glance at Bonnie.

“It has been so long that I don’t even remember what kind of person Number-9 is. Do you know?”

Bonnie fell silent right after due to Jim’s words, shifting her gaze to look out the window to ignore him.

She could not deny how agitated she felt when Jim implied that he was not sure if Charlotte was her.

She did not long to be Charlotte and would never, ever be Charlotte in this lifetime. Jim had practically

humiliated her with his words!

Noticing Bonnie’s silence, Jim merely gazed ahead as he drove. Smiling, he said, “Bonnie, I’m starting

to have good feelings about you. Don’t tell me that you’re Number-9 now. I’d think that you’d do

anything just to be together with me.” The car fell into silence once more with Jim’s comment.