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.

tenth time,

as they drove past a florist

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

Mr. Hamilton’s side every

and waited with the bouquet in hand instead of entering, his blue eyes

interrupt and stood

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

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

a new student at first glance, but Jefferson’s expression shifted, his

at the girl, then at

flashed a friendly smile

black onyx, twinkling like stars in the

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

when she almost

in front of her and pinned her

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

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

handed her the bouquet of green

as she saw the delicate flowers and reached out to accept them. “Thank

his fervent gaze still trained on her. “I

his sudden touch. “What are

forward to

still chewing over Jefferson’s words when Jefferson kissed the

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

back a

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

vicious

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

so she threw the green roses

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

as they ran into school in tandem and wondered in bewilderment if he should

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

next morning, he realized he was still at the Terblanc residence and was certain it wasn’t a dream. He composed

again and tried looking

the Terblanc family and noticed he was always well-mannered, unlike the rake she met for the first time,