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.

him patiently for the tenth time, “You look dashing,

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

with a bouquet of green

side every day, yet why don’t

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

stood to the

stood around for nearly half an hour, and he wondered if Jefferson had been duped by a girl.

the trunk to retrieve a suitcase

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

looked at the girl,

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

twinkling like stars in the night sky. She was

whole minutes after being reunited with

when she almost entered the campus

shouldered his way in front of her

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

Isabelle Griffith from Chanaea.” She smiled. “I was nervous on the way here and afraid that I wouldn’t find my dorm.

his emotions and handed her the bouquet of green roses.

beautiful!” Her eyes brightened as she saw the delicate

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

his sudden touch. “What are

cradled her face and leaned forward

still chewing over Jefferson’s words when

W-Why would he

pulled back

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

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

and delivered a vicious slap to his face, retreating

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

threw the green roses at

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

ran into school in tandem and wondered in

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

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

 religiously attending them again and tried looking for opportunities

second heir of the Terblanc family and noticed he