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, Mr.

the car as they

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

Mr. Hamilton’s side every day,

and waited with the

stood to the side observing

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

to the trunk to retrieve a suitcase before thanking the

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

looked at the girl, then at

in their direction and flashed a friendly smile at both

twinkling like stars in the night sky. She

the ground for three whole minutes after being reunited with the girl he loved, his mind

of his reverie when she almost entered the campus and scrambled

front of her

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

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

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

she saw the delicate flowers and reached

still trained on

stiffened at his sudden touch. “What are you

cradled her face and leaned forward to capture her

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

very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly kiss a

back a minute

pliant, and they felt real. Jefferson

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

hand and delivered a vicious slap to his

anger. “I know that a kiss isn’t a form of greeting here,

off, so she threw the green roses at his chest before running into campus with her suitcase

had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the

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

after his girl. I wouldn’t be of

at the Terblanc residence and was certain it

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

and noticed he was always well-mannered, unlike the