Chapter 28: Chapter 28

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.

"Sheila, I don't know from where to start." He began, but he was not stable.

"I lost my memory a year ago," He whispered.

"Hugh!" Did I hear him clear?

"I met an accident and lost my memory. Since then I don't remember anyone or any incident which was related to my life." He blurted out and heaved a heavy sigh.

I looked at him like I saw a ghost. The thinking of him getting an accident brought me goosebumps in my stomach.

Oh, God! I would have almost lost him.

"Ohh!" I responded but said nothing. Should I confront him for not telling me the truth, but why? He has already faced a lot of problems and I don't want to add extra fuel.

Losing memory is really a bad thing. I can't even imagine myself lose my memory, it brings me a chill down to my spine.

We have a lot of peoples to remember in our life but forgetting all of them and live a life is really considered as hell.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Harry." I gave him a small smile but he seemed surprised. Why? Does he expect me to yell at him? But what he did wrong? It's not his fault and he didn't wish one.

"And-- my name is Harry John Brooks." He blurted out.

Huh! Harry John Brooks. Now I get the point why he asked me about him.

"Harry, I know you are not him. If you both are having the same name that doesn't mean you two are the same. And don't compare yourself with him." I assured him but he shook his head.

"We are the same person, Sheila."

'We are the same person... We are the same person... We are the same person....' the word was still playing on my mind.

"No-- no-- no-- you are kidding, right?" I asked hoping it was one of the pranks he was playing with me, but his eyes held some regret and I get my answer from his silence.

No, I don't want to believe this. He is not him, he is my Harry who always wanted to see my happiness, not the immature boy like him.

"Why?" I whispered finally finding my own voice. He stood there like a statue not giving my answer.

"Why?" This time I yelled at him. "Why did you start a relationship with a lie, Harry?"

"Sheila, it's not like that." I wanted to tell you before..."

"Before what? Killing me, huh? Don't tell me you have no idea about my affair with you." He looked away and I got the answer.

"Well done, Mr. Brooks well done. You did a great job." I clapped my hands.

"Sheila." He took a step forward but I stopped him.

"Don't!! Otherwise, I will jump down." I looked at the land and gulped down. Who I'm kidding? If I fall I can't even save my bones to bury under the ground.

Now thing makes sense. "So the college is also under your control, isn't it?" And again he stayed silent giving me the answer.

No wonder why they didn't get a problem when they fight with the college president's son. After all, the college is under their control.

"Great!! Everyone fooled me. Did you ever consider my feelings? Of course, you wouldn't. After all, you are a playboy." I pointed a finger at his chest.

"You three fooled me." Tears were pooling down through my cheeks and I didn't bother to wipe it away.

"You are my life, Sheila. How can I hurt you?" He asked but I glared at him and fisted my hand. At this time I wanted to punch him.

"Are you in your right mind? Of course, you are not. You lost your memory, aren't you?" I know I used a harsh word towards him but he deserved it.

"Are you sure you hadn't with anyone in your past?" I asked and again he stayed silent.

He is not sure about his relationship, my heart ached for him but what he did to me was horrible.

I wiped my tears with my bare hands and closed my eyes for a second. "What if you get your memory back?" I asked and he decided to open his mouth.

"I will remember you and our love." His reply was like he is sealing a will.

"Are you sure, Harry? You may have lost your memory but I have mine in the stable." My voice croaked.

"Even though I don't have any idea about your life I can assure you that you are a monster, a real-life monster." I yelled.

"Who knows you may get rid of me when you find me boring." I sobbed at the end and ran away not able to stand near him.

"Sheila! Wait." I heard him calling my name.

"Leave me alone!!" I yelled back and ran further. Thank God! I'm not wearing any heels.

"You may slip, be careful." He yelled but who cares.

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My feet felt so sore after the horrible running for one hour. I took a seat on the bench which was across the road, I think it is a bus stop. I have no idea where I am and I left my phone in his car.

How naive I am. Everyone knew about them except me. No wonder why I find him familiar in our first encounter, but my brain tricked me to believe he was another person. And Quinn, I didn't expect this from her. She is a cheater, Kevin as well.

They all are liars.

Even Karl knows about them and now I get the point why he kept talking of his favor. Because he knew what will happen if I came to know the truth.

But why do I give him a chance? 'Because you love him.' My inner mind screamed.

I don't know how long I stayed here, crying my heart out. After a while, I felt someone's presence beside me but I don't care whether it is a bloody murderer or a robber, because I really am hurt like hell.

"Sheila." I heard a familiar voice that made me look at his face which had broken like an eggshell.

"Leave me alone, Harry. Please!" I whispered having no energy left to argue.

He kneeled in front of me and touched my hand but I jerked away. I stood there abruptly and started to run across the road without thinking.

"Sheila!!? Watch out..." He yelled when the truck came to my views but I crossed the road safely.

But the heavy horn sound got my attention and I looked back to see Harry who was standing in the middle of the road while the truck was coming towards him, everything happened in slow-motion as the truck passed him and collided with something hard object and the object was thrown away in front of my eyes.

No...

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