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 look dashing, Mr.

at him to stop the car as they drove

saw him returning a minute later with a bouquet of green roses, cradling them

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

Jefferson got out and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of entering,

dare interrupt and stood to the side observing

nearly half an hour, and he wondered if Jefferson had been duped by a girl. A taxi pulled up by the entrance as soon as Ringo opened his mouth to

from the car and proceeded to the trunk to

Jefferson’s expression shifted,

looked at the girl, then at

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

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

rooted to the ground for three whole minutes after being

reverie when she almost entered

in front of her and pinned her with

representative sent by

afraid that

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

beautiful!” Her eyes brightened as she saw the delicate flowers and reached out to

Hamilton.” He took a step closer, his fervent gaze still trained on her.

stiffened at his sudden

leaned forward to capture her lips in

puzzled and still chewing over Jefferson’s words

Hamilton was very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly

pulled back a minute

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

and delivered a vicious slap to his face, retreating a few

anger. “I know that a kiss isn’t a form of greeting here, so why did you do it without

the green roses at his chest before running into campus

that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the flowers to himself

ran into school in tandem and wondered in

going after his girl. I wouldn’t be of much help if

the 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 to apologize

 attending them again and tried looking for opportunities to cross paths

noticed he was always well-mannered, unlike the rake she met for the