As he spoke, Xavier Grayson opened the wardrobe.It was filled with women's intimate apparel and nightgowns.He picked out a silk nightgown and turned to ask her, "This one?"Chloe Bishop stared at him, a little dazed.These hadn't been here during her last visit. When had he prepared them?Seeing no response, he chose a cotton one instead and asked again, with the same refined consideration, "Or this one?"Chloe Bishop said, "Either is fine.""Then this one."He chose the silk nightgown, then took down a piece of undergarment and looked at her. "Skip the bra — it affects circulation and sleep quality."His expression was calm, his gaze clear — like a routine exchange between any ordinary married couple, without a trace of impropriety.This version of Xavier Grayson felt unfamiliar to Chloe Bishop.After she'd married into the Grayson household, she had taken care of everything — his meals, his clothes, his daily needs. Back then, she had been the one doing all this for him. Now it se
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