Chapter 49

Sheila's POV: "Do you know, Harry John Brooks?" That made me furrows my brows. Why is he asking about him? Oh, God! I thought he was so romantic but he ruined the total moment by asking some stupid kind of question. What will he do if I say I know him? I let out a frustrated sigh and nodded my head. "Yeah! I know him but he was already dead and why are you bringing him at this moment?" I asked slightly irritated. "Dead?" He raised both his brows questioningly. "Harry, what's your problem? I don't know much about him. Well, I don't know whether he was dead or still alive. Who cares anyway?" I shrugged my shoulder. Somehow he seemed hurt, but why? "Harry, I am sorry. I may act lightly rude. But my question is why are you asking him at this moment?" I can't help but repeat my question once again. Then something clicked my mind, "Do you know him?" I asked. "Yes, I do." He replied and raked his fingers through his silky smooth hair. "I just wanted to know how deep you know about h