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.