Chapter 131

Grace stood in front of the wardrobe while her fingers hovered over the row of neatly arranged clothing. She scanned the hangers with her brow slowly knitting together as the realization crept in.

Everything in there—every shirt, every pair of soft pants, every folded sweater—had been brought by Keegan.

Since the day he brought her in his estate, not once had she needed to ask for anything. Her size had been guessed with alarming accuracy and her comfort was anticipated. Cotton, linen, knits, and everything practical, everything easy to wear.

But somehow, there were no dresses.

No heels. No lace. Nothing ornamental.

She stepped back slightly with arms crossing as she stared at the wardrobe. Then, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Of course.

Keegan had noticed. She never wore dresses. He probably saw it long before she even realized it herself.

Grace chuckled as she realized that she liked that about him—that observant si