Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 613

“Mr. Hamilton, it’s time to get to class.”

Jefferson heard the words muted by the fog of sleep and opened his eyes to see Ringo, who seemed to have aged backward a few years since they last met, standing by his bed.

“Ringo?” Jefferson braced himself up and stared at him. “Why do you look younger?”

A bewildered look crossed Ringo’s face. “Did I look old before?”

“Well, you certainly didn’t look young…” Jefferson trailed off and glanced around in surprise as he realized he was in his childhood bedroom at the Terblanc residence.

Didn’t I die?

Am I dreaming now?

Jefferson got out of bed and washed up. He sucked in a breath when he nicked his skin with a razor, registering for the first time that he could still feel pain in his dreams.

Ringo handed him a pair of diamond-shaped cufflinks as the latter emerged from the bathroom.

Jefferson fastened them neatly on his sleeves and caught a glimpse of a calendar on the table. Upon a closer look, he realized the date was five years ago!

He pointed at it and said with a quiver in his voice, “Today is the eighteenth!”

“Yes, what’s the matter, Mr. Hamilton?” Ringo caught the strange expression on his face and asked, “Do you not want to go to school?”

“Today’s the eighteenth…” Jefferson muttered. His gaze shot to Ringo, and he mumbled an apology before punching Ringo in the midriff.

He didn’t pull his punch, and Ringo staggered back two steps, clutching his stomach. His usual cold expression was replaced with one of indignance. “Mr. Hamilton, I get it. Today is the eighteenth, but why did you have to hit me?”

Everything was unbelievably real, including his tingling fingers, and Jefferson was elated. “This isn’t a dream. It’s the eighteenth today—Belle’s first day at school!”

He snatched the jacket out of Ringo’s hands and hurried out of the bedroom.

Ringo was hot on his heels as soon as he recovered and bumped into Boniel in the living room.

Boniel noticed Jefferson’s bizarre behavior and called out to Ringo, “What’s up with Jefferson? He was rambling about Belle while rushing out. Who exactly is Belle?”

“It should be Mr. Hamilton’s classmate. I’ll send him to school now, Old Mr. Terblanc.” His legs were a blur as he moved as fast as he could and disappeared shortly after, leaving Boniel at a loss for words.

Jefferson spent the entire car ride fretting over his appearance and even asked Ringo as he opened the car door if he looked okay today.

tenth time, “You

to stop the car as they drove past a florist and shoved

him returning a minute later with a bouquet of green

Hamilton’s side every

stop at the south entrance of Norham University, Jefferson got out and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of

interrupt and stood to the side observing

a girl. A taxi pulled up

and proceeded to the trunk to retrieve a suitcase

it was a new student at first glance, but Jefferson’s

at the girl, then at Jefferson

in their direction and flashed a friendly smile at both of them standing at

twinkling like stars in the night sky.

the ground for three whole minutes after being reunited

of his reverie when she almost entered

front of her and

demeanor startled the girl a few steps back. She assumed he was a representative sent by

on the way here and afraid that I wouldn’t find my dorm. I didn’t know the school would assign you to welcome

her

as she saw the delicate flowers and reached

step closer, his fervent gaze still trained on her. “I won’t

sudden touch. “What are you

forward to

and still chewing over Jefferson’s words when

thought Mr. Hamilton was very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly

pulled back a minute

they felt real. Jefferson felt himself come alive after

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

hand and delivered a vicious slap to his face, retreating a

lips and glared at him, her face flushing in anger. “I know that a

how to tell him off, so she threw the green roses

that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the

they ran into school in tandem and wondered in bewilderment if he should follow

girl. I wouldn’t be of much help if

the next morning, he realized he was still at the Terblanc residence and was certain it wasn’t a dream. He composed himself and thought about

and tried looking for opportunities to cross paths with Isabelle to explain the kiss

Terblanc family and noticed he