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 him then only I can explain everything clearly." I looked at him confusingly but ready to give him an answer. If he thinks by talking about him is necessary here, then of course I do. "I know him but not that much. Well, he was an American guy and I am Indian. He was well known for his 'laser pigment project' and succeeded at the age of 14. Who doesn't know him, anyway? He even started his own company at the age of 16." He didn't use his dad's wealth. Even though I hate this guy I can't simply shut my mouth for once when it comes to bringing his skills out. "I appreciate his hard work, he was such an independent guy." Harry's lips tucked upward but he bit his lips to prevent him from smiling. "And I am not finished yet. He might have succeeded in his business life but he was a dumbass. He has no feelings about others. He had dated different types of model at the age of 14 and broke up with them within a week. He was so rude." I scoffed. "He often changed them like a dress. He was such arrogant and also a short temper. He was always surrounded by his cousin who was a model also but I don't know her name." I concluded the history of Harry John Brooks I have known. "Have you ever seen him?" He asked but his voice completely shuttered. "Not as a person but I had seen him on the TV when he got the award for the success of his project but I didn't remember his face. It's been 4 years since I last saw him on the TV." He was smiling proudly when he held the award. "But what I heard from my colleague was he got an accident and died but I am not sure how much truth it held." I shrugged my shoulder. "Are you satisfied now, don't ask me further, I do not want to talk about him." I said dismissing the conversation. He furrowed his brows and looked at me intensely like trying to get the answer he has been looking for. "Sheila, by chance did you know him personally? He asked and my heartbeats increased rapidly. Should I tell him or... Oh, God! Why does he even ask this question? I averted my eyes from him and nodded my head before the talk. "When I was in my 9th grade, our school invited him to our school's exhibition. When the exhibition had done, I and him were left alone in the lab and he... he stole my first kiss." I said briefly. I still have this bitter feeling in the corner of my heart that someone had stolen my kiss without my knowledge and I wanted to kick his ass for what he did to me. He didn't even seek my forgiveness, rather said he enjoyed the kiss and looking forward to hooking with me in the future. But poor boy, he didn't know that he has no future. He was taken aback and gulped down. He took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Ah!! He was a schoolboy at that time, right? So he might not aware of what he was doing." He nervously unbuttoned the first two of his shirt and folded his sleeves right above his elbow. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you even taking his side?" I asked putting both my hands on my hips. He immediately shook his head as no. "Well.. Did you finish your questions?" I asked raising my one brow, as a response, he nodded his head. "Can I ask you something?" No reply. "Harry?" No reply. "Harry??" I again called out, but no reply. "Harry!!!" I shrieked and he looked at me with wide eyes. "Sorry I spaced out." He scratched the back of his neck. "Harry, I asked you a question." I pointed out. "Yeah! Ask." He said nervously. "Why did you ask me about him, especially today? Why not any other day?" I know something is bothering him and I wanted to know the reason. He let out a long sigh. "Sheila, I think this is the right time to tell you a truth," He said and once again I heard my heavy heartbeat. I hummed in response to let him continue further. "Sheila, my dad is a businessman and he owns multi companies in NYU. I'm from a rich family and..." "Harry, I know about that, Quinn already told and showed me photos of you and your dad's picture when you were at the charity function," I assured him. His features relaxed a bit but he is not okay. "Do you know my full name?" He asked and I searched for the answer to myself then realized I don't because it's not a matter to me. "No." I said truthfully.