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.

for the tenth time, “You

they drove past a florist

a bouquet of green roses, cradling them in his arms

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

the car slid to a stop at the south entrance of Norham University, Jefferson got out and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of entering, his blue eyes scanning around as

didn’t dare interrupt and stood to the

half an hour, and he wondered if Jefferson had been duped by a girl. A taxi pulled up by the entrance

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

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

the girl,

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

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

rooted to the ground for three whole minutes after being reunited with the

his reverie when she almost entered the

his way in front of her and pinned her with

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

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

to curb his emotions and handed her

eyes brightened as she saw the delicate flowers and reached out

his fervent gaze still trained on her. “I won’t let you

stiffened at his sudden

leaned forward to capture

over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson kissed

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

only pulled back a

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

delivered a vicious slap to his face, retreating

anger. “I know

threw the green roses at his chest before running

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

in tandem and wondered in bewilderment if he should

I wouldn’t be of much

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 how

and tried looking for opportunities to cross

second heir of the Terblanc family and noticed he was always