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 look

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

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

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

the car slid to a stop at the south entrance of Norham University, Jefferson got out and waited with the bouquet in hand instead

didn’t dare interrupt and stood to

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

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

Jefferson’s expression shifted, his eyes

looked at the girl, then at Jefferson

a friendly smile at both of them standing

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

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

jolted out of his reverie when she almost entered the campus and scrambled to

her and pinned her

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

smiled. “I was nervous on the way here and afraid that I wouldn’t

handed her the bouquet

the delicate flowers and reached out

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

his sudden touch.

leaned forward to capture

still chewing over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson

W-Why would he forcibly

pulled back a minute

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

vicious

pressed her fingertips to her 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

him off, so she threw the green roses at his chest before running into campus

slap and remembered that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He

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

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

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

looking for opportunities to cross paths with Isabelle to explain

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