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.

patiently for the tenth time, “You

him to stop the car as they drove

with a bouquet of green roses, cradling

 I have been by Mr. Hamilton’s side every day, yet why don’t I

of Norham University, Jefferson got out and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of entering, his blue

and stood to the

had been duped by a girl. A taxi pulled up by the entrance as soon as

the car and proceeded to the trunk to

new student at first glance, but Jefferson’s expression shifted, his eyes never leaving the

looked at the girl, then

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

eyes were dark as black onyx, twinkling like stars in the

minutes after being reunited with the girl he loved, his

reverie when she

her and pinned

a few steps back. She assumed he was a representative sent by the school to greet her, seeing that he spoke Chanaean and

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

to curb his emotions and handed her the bouquet of

brightened as she saw the delicate flowers and reached out to accept them. “Thank

fervent gaze still trained on her. “I won’t let you go this time.” His fingertips brushed

at his sudden touch. “What are you

and leaned forward

puzzled and still chewing over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson kissed the girl. He gaped,

very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly

pulled back a

and they felt real. Jefferson felt himself come alive after the kiss, his heart pounding

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

her hand and delivered a vicious slap

her lips and glared at him, her face flushing in anger. “I know that a kiss isn’t a form

threw the green roses at his chest before running

was still reeling from the slap and remembered that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the flowers to himself and gave chase. “I’m sorry, Belle. I can

into school in tandem and wondered in bewilderment if he should

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

Terblanc residence and was certain it wasn’t a dream. He composed himself and thought about

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

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