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

stop the car as they drove past

saw him returning a minute later with a bouquet of

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

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

didn’t dare interrupt and stood to the

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

to the trunk

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

girl, then at Jefferson

flashed a

stars in the night sky.

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

out of his reverie when she

her and pinned

representative sent by the school to greet her, seeing that he spoke Chanaean and addressed

afraid that I wouldn’t find my dorm. I didn’t know the school would assign you to

handed her the bouquet of

brightened as she saw the delicate flowers and reached out to accept

still trained on her. “I won’t

his sudden touch. “What are you

face and leaned forward to capture her

still chewing over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson kissed

W-Why would he forcibly kiss

only pulled back a

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

delivered a vicious slap to his face,

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

was flustered and didn’t know how to tell him off, so she threw the green roses at his chest before running into campus with

the slap and remembered that his actions had been inappropriate for their first meeting. He held the flowers to himself and gave chase. “I’m sorry, Belle. I

tandem and wondered in

is going after his girl. I wouldn’t be of

Terblanc residence and was certain it wasn’t a dream. He composed himself and thought about how to

 religiously attending them again and tried looking for

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