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.

the tenth time, “You

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

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

thought to himself, I have been by Mr. Hamilton’s side every day, yet

and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of entering, his blue eyes scanning around

and stood to the

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

the trunk to retrieve a

but Jefferson’s expression shifted, his eyes never leaving the girl,

girl, then

and flashed a friendly

stars in the night sky. She was tall,

after being reunited with the girl he loved, his

out of his reverie when she almost entered the campus and

of her and pinned her with an

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

Isabelle Griffith from Chanaea.” She smiled. “I was nervous on the way here and afraid that

his emotions and handed her the bouquet of green roses. “Do you

saw the delicate flowers and

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

his sudden

leaned forward to capture her lips in a

over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson

Hamilton was very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly kiss

back a minute

lips were soft and pliant, and they felt real. Jefferson felt himself come alive after

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

delivered a vicious slap to

lips and glared at him, her face flushing in anger. “I know that a kiss isn’t a form of greeting here, so why did

the green roses at

been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the flowers to himself and gave

as they ran into school in tandem and wondered in bewilderment if

I wouldn’t be of much help if I

Jefferson awoke the next morning, he realized he was still at the Terblanc residence and was certain it wasn’t a

 attending them again and tried looking for

him as the second heir of the Terblanc family and noticed he was always well-mannered, unlike