Who is He?

"What the hell are you doing?" Kiaraa, who just stepped out of the washroom saw Song Ji Hun holding her handkerchief and shouted at him.

After Kiaraa entered the washroom, she realized she didn't take a towel with her to dry herself, so she stepped out only to see Song Ji Hun going through her handbag.

She got agitated as she believed he was spying on her by going through her contents.

"This black handkerchief looked very unique, so I was checking it" Song Ji Hun composed himself and with partially honesty, he answered her.

Kiaraa marched towards him and snatched away the piece of cloth, she put it in her bag and zipped it, "Why the hell would you go through my contents? Have you forgotten we are not allowed to enter each other's personal space? You have no right to do this no matter what." She warned him.

Triggered by her words, Song Ji Hun pinned her to the table behind trapping her between him and the wide table attached to the wall.

"Then who has the right to do this?" Song Ji Hun coldly asked her.

Kiaraa was confused seeing Song Ji Hun angry, as far as she remembers she never saw him angry no matter how she behaved.

He was a cold and indifferent person, for sure, but Kiaraa never saw him get furious. Even when she taunted him in the past or was rude towards him, he never got upset.

This was one of the reasons why his possible involvement in her parents' murder, shook her as she could never imagine this calm looking man killing anyone.

His and Aera's possible involvements were very disturbing for Kiaraa and she hoped she was wrong.

"You are at fault here, how dare you question me back instead?" Kiaraa retorted back in spite of her surprise. "Why were you going through my stuff?"

"I just saw a piece of black cloth which looked familiar, therefore curiosity got the best of me" He answered her.

"Familiar?"

"Hmm"

"You have any idea who it belongs to?" Kiaraa anxiously asked him.

"Doesn't it belong to you?" Song Ji Hun sarcastically questioned her.

"I borrowed it from someone" she didn't explain herself more.

"Then don't you know who you borrowed it from?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Do you know or not, who it belongs to?" Kiaraa was running out of her patience.

"It is a custom-made handkerchief, with a unique design. It is one of its kind and only the owner of this napkin has more copies of it."

Kiaraa rolled her eyes at him, "I know all of that. Answer my question, first. Do you know, who it belongs to?"

Although she was angry, Song Ji Hun could see desperation in her eyes to know who is the owner of this piece of cloth.

"Hmm, I know" He finally said what she wanted to hear.

Kiaraa's eyes widened in shock, "You are messing with me or you really know?"

"Alex Kwon, a renowned fashion designer specially designed this napkin for his friend. This is one of its kind because Alex Kwon never designs napkins for anyone."

Kiaraa was now sure Song Ji Hun definitely knows who the owner of this napkin is.

Finally, she can know all about the man she had been thinking about for last ten years, although occasionally.

She tried to search for this man but the only information she was able to get was Alex Kwon designed it for a special friend and no matter how much she begged Alex, he refused to answer her.

"Who does it belong to?" Kiaraa desperately asked him.

"Did you steal this napkin, Kiaraa, that you don't know who the owner is?" Song Ji Hun smirked at her.

"That's none of your business" She glared at him.

"Cool" Song Ji Hun finally stepped away from her and was about to leave when Kiaraa stopped him, "Who is he?"

"He?"

"The owner of this handkerchief, who is he?"

"How can you be so sure it is a 'he'?" Song Ji Hun raised his eyebrows.

"I met him" Kiaraa hated answering him but she was more desperate to know, who that man is.

"Then you must know who he is. How can you meet someone and not know who that person is?" His tone was filled with sarcasm.

"It is complicated and you don't need to know the details. Just tell me, who he is" Kiaraa was clearly losing her cool.

Song Ji Hun again stepped towards her and before she could take a step back, he held the sides of her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"How dare you ask your husband, details about some other man so desperately?"