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 dashing,

him to stop the car as they drove past

returning a minute later with a bouquet of green

Mr. Hamilton’s side every day, yet why

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

didn’t dare interrupt and stood

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

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

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

at the girl, then

a friendly smile at both of

stars in the night sky. She was tall, slender, and

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

his reverie when she

of her and pinned her with an intense

startled the girl a few steps back. She assumed he was a representative sent by

Chanaea.” She smiled. “I was nervous on the way here and afraid that I wouldn’t find my dorm. I didn’t know the school would assign you to welcome me.

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

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

his fervent gaze still trained on her. “I won’t let you go

at his sudden touch. “What

cradled her face and leaned forward to capture

Jefferson’s words

was very reserved. W-Why would he forcibly kiss a girl

pulled back a minute

and pliant, and they felt real. Jefferson felt himself

He smiled. “Belle, I—”

vicious slap to his face, retreating a

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

him off, so she threw the green roses at

still reeling from the slap and remembered that his actions had been inappropriate for their first

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

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

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

would always skip classes, started religiously attending them again and tried looking for opportunities to cross paths with Isabelle to explain the

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