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.

answered him patiently for the tenth time, “You look dashing,

car as they drove past a florist and shoved the door

returning a minute later with a bouquet of green roses, cradling them in his arms like

Hamilton’s side every day, yet why don’t I know

car slid to a stop at the south entrance of Norham University, Jefferson got out and waited with

didn’t dare interrupt and stood to the side

duped by a girl.

emerged from the car and proceeded to the trunk to retrieve a suitcase before thanking the taxi

knew it was a new student at first glance, but Jefferson’s expression shifted, his eyes never leaving the girl, his breathing

girl,

in their direction and flashed a friendly smile at

were dark as black onyx, twinkling like stars in the night sky. She was tall,

after being reunited with the girl he loved, his

jolted out of his reverie when she

his way in front of her and pinned her with an

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

smiled. “I was nervous on the way here and afraid that I wouldn’t find my

handed her the bouquet of green roses.

she saw the delicate flowers and

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

his sudden touch. “What are

her face and leaned forward to capture her lips in

over Jefferson’s words when

reserved. W-Why would he forcibly kiss

back a minute

Jefferson felt himself come alive after the kiss, his

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

delivered a vicious slap

“I know that

flustered and didn’t know how to tell him off, so she threw the green roses at his chest before running

that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting.

they ran into school in tandem and

it. Mr. Hamilton is going after his girl. I wouldn’t be of much help if I

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

skip classes, started religiously attending them again and tried looking for opportunities to cross paths with Isabelle to explain the

noticed he was always well-mannered, unlike the rake she met for the first time, and forgave