Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 100 Summary
In Chapter 100 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself in a moment of lighthearted banter with Raymond, who expresses flattery at the idea of their friendship. Despite her initial caution, Elle feels a sense of relaxation and acknowledges that antagonizing Raymond would be unwise. Their conversation shifts from formal to more personal as Elle addresses him by his first name, which momentarily reveals a deeper connection between them, hinting at buried memories within Raymond.
As the meeting comes to a close, Elle feels the weight of her pregnancy and politely declines Raymond’s offer for a ride home. However, Raymond’s concern for her well-being is evident, showcasing a genuine care that complicates her feelings. Before she leaves, he presents her with a gift, which surprises her and adds a layer of complexity to their relationship. Accepting the gift, Elle feels a mix of emotions, recognizing the significance of this gesture amidst her desire to maintain boundaries.
Back at the Rayne estate, Elle discovers a delightful surprise in the form of porcelain dolls, which she enthusiastically arranges on a shelf, bringing a sense of joy to her surroundings. Her playful interaction with the staff reflects her growing comfort in her new environment and her ability to find happiness in simple things. The arrival of Brad adds another layer to the scene, as he expresses warmth and affection towards her, showcasing a softer side that contrasts with his usual demeanor.
During dinner, an unexpected movement from her baby prompts a moment of panic, quickly transforming into joy as Brad realizes he can feel their child kicking. His reaction is filled with wonder and excitement, revealing a deep emotional connection to the impending fatherhood. This moment of vulnerability and joy between them strengthens their bond, as Brad kneels in awe of the life they are creating together, marking a significant and heartfelt turning point in their relationship.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**After One Night with the Alpha**
**Chapter 100**
**Elle’s POV**
“Flattered by the idea of being friends with me? That’s quite a compliment,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
Raymond’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a genuine spark of amusement dancing within their depths. “No, I think I should be the one feeling flattered here,” he countered, his voice warm and inviting.
Despite the lingering caution within me, I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me. The truth was clear: antagonizing Raymond would serve no purpose. My approach was straightforward: maintain a respectful distance, avoid unnecessary conflict, and if circumstances required assistance in the future, well, having Dakota’s face might just tilt the odds in my favor.
“Alright then,” I said, managing to muster a sincere smile. “Mr. Carter.”
At the mention of his formal title, I noticed a subtle shift in Raymond’s demeanor; a flicker of warmth spread across his features. “Still sticking with ‘Mr. Carter’?” His blue eyes sparkled with a hint of playful humor, suggesting an unspoken intimacy that hung in the air between us.
I took a breath, keeping my voice light and casual. “Raymond.”
The moment his name slipped from my lips, I caught a fleeting expression cross his face—his pupils dilated, and for a heartbeat, he appeared almost startled, as if my utterance had unearthed a buried memory that eluded my understanding.
What was that all about?
Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, Raymond seemed to pull himself back into the present, though I could sense a storm brewing behind his eyes—a battle of memories, perhaps.
“I’m sorry,” I said, glancing at my watch, the urgency of time pressing upon me. “I really should head back. It’s already past noon.”
I noticed a flicker of something in Raymond’s gaze—was it reluctance? Disappointment? He masked it well, though. “Of course. Allow me to arrange for someone to drive you home,” he offered, his tone still warm.
“Thank you, but I have my own driver,” I replied, feeling the need to maintain a boundary, especially considering the intricate dynamics between Raymond and Brad.
As I stood up, my right hand instinctively moved to my lower back, a gesture born of habit. The weight of the baby was becoming more pronounced each passing day, and the discomfort was creeping in, a constant reminder of the life growing within me.
Raymond’s attention sharpened at once. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to call a doctor?” His concern was palpable, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“No, thank you,” I replied, absentmindedly rubbing my slightly rounded belly. “I’ve just been feeling a bit heavier these past few days. It’s nothing serious.”
“Just make sure you take care of yourself,” he said softly, his voice laced with genuine concern.
I nodded politely, feeling the weight of his gaze as I turned to leave. “See you around.”
But as I began to walk away, flanked by Amy and my security detail, Raymond’s voice called out to me, halting my steps.
“Elle!”
Curiosity piqued, I turned around slowly.
Raymond was striding toward me, his assistant trailing behind with an elegant gift box in hand. “This is for you,” he said, extending it with a casual grace that belied the significance of the gesture.
“For me?” I couldn’t conceal my surprise, my heterochromatic eyes widening in disbelief.
“Since we’re friends now, it’s only natural for friends to exchange gifts, right?” His expression was disarmingly gentle, a face that made it difficult to remain suspicious. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing extravagant. Just a small gift that all the diamond VIP shoppers received today.”
I hesitated for a moment, weighing the implications of accepting a gift. It shouldn’t complicate things too much, right? “Well, I suppose I won’t be rude then. Thank you.”
I took the box and handed it to Amy, offering Raymond a polite farewell. “I’ll be going now. Thanks again.”
“Take care,” he replied, his slight nod betraying a hint of something deeper.
As I walked away, I felt the weight of his gaze on my back, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I found him still standing there, watching me leave with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.
Back at the Rayne estate, I was genuinely thrilled to discover Amy’s gift. The box contained over twenty porcelain dolls—boys and girls, each one crafted with astonishing lifelikeness and intricate detail. I couldn’t help but smile as I began to arrange them on the living room shelf, instructing the maids to remove the expensive art pieces that had previously occupied the space.
“Please, remove the original items from the shelf,” I directed Martha, who was assisting me in dusting and sanitizing each doll before placing them. “These are far more interesting.”
Martha smiled as she handed me another doll, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “You really like these, Miss West?”
“They’re absolutely adorable!” I exclaimed, carefully positioning a little girl doll with pigtails. “This shelf was so dreary with all those stuffy ornaments. This is much more fun!”
“You all need to behave, okay?” I said, addressing the assembled figurines with mock seriousness. “You’re the newcomers here, and that blue vase next to you is worth fifty thousand dollars, while you’re only worth about five hundred…” I paused dramatically, letting the weight of the moment sink in. “But don’t let that get you down. A doll should have ambition!”
The staff around me chuckled, and just then, I heard a soft sound from behind me. When Martha announced Brad’s return, I turned to find him looking down at me with an amused smile that sent a flutter through my chest.
“You like them?” he asked, his voice warmer than I had ever heard it.
“Yes,” I replied, probably sounding a bit dazed by the moment.
Brad’s gaze shifted to the shelf, and with an unexpected authority, he commanded the butler, “Remove everything else. If Miss West wants to decorate with these, then that’s what we’ll do.”
The butler looked taken aback, his eyes wide with astonishment. “But sir, those are your favorite pieces…”
“Not anymore,” Brad replied simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He reached out and took my hand, his fingers weaving through mine as he led me toward the dining room. The moment his skin touched mine, a familiar electric current surged through me, igniting a warmth that spread throughout my entire body.
Why does this keep happening?
We settled down to dinner, the atmosphere surprisingly peaceful, filled with easy conversation and shared glances that spoke volumes. But then, as I reached for a glass of water, something completely unexpected occurred.
A sudden movement in my belly made me gasp. “Oh!”
My sharp exclamation startled everyone at the table, and Brad immediately seized my hand, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Should I call for the doctor?” His voice was tight with worry, a stark contrast to the lightheartedness of the moment.
“No, no!” I quickly reassured him, one hand pressed protectively against my stomach. “The baby just kicked me!”
“What?!” Brad’s expression transformed from concern to pure wonder, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He pulled me closer, his voice filled with awe. “The baby can kick now?”
“Yes,” I nodded, unable to suppress the smile that broke across my face. “It started yesterday. The little troublemaker is getting stronger.”
Without warning, Brad dropped to one knee beside my chair, his ear pressed gently against my belly. I could see the mix of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes as he waited, his breath held.
And then it happened again—the baby kicked, right where Brad’s ear was pressed.
The look of pure joy that illuminated Brad’s face was unlike anything I had ever witnessed from him. This powerful, always-composed Alpha was kneeling on the floor, entirely overcome with emotion at the sensation of feeling his child move.
“That’s our baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “Our son.”
I stared down at him, my heart racing in my chest, feeling a rush of affection that was almost overwhelming. Here was Brad, usually so conscious of his image, kneeling in front of the entire household staff, completely lost in this moment of connection.
The happiness radiating from him was so genuine, so raw, that it took my breath away.
Conclusion
As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere in the dining room transformed into something beautifully intimate, a stark contrast to the complexities that had previously surrounded Elle and Brad. The joy that lit up Brad’s face upon feeling their baby’s kick was a revelation, a moment that bridged the gap between their past struggles and their hopeful future. Elle’s heart swelled with a mixture of affection and gratitude, realizing that this shared experience was not just about the child they were expecting but also about the deepening bond forming between them. The laughter, the shared glances, and the warmth of their connection painted a picture of a family beginning to take shape, one that was filled with promise and love.
Yet, even amidst the joy, the shadows of uncertainty lingered at the edges of Elle’s mind. The complexities of her relationship with Raymond, the layers of her past with Brad, and the ever-present weight of impending motherhood all danced in her thoughts. However, as she looked down at Brad, kneeling in awe before her, she felt a sense of hope wash over her. This moment was a testament to their growth, to the possibility of healing and happiness. The waves of lost memories that once threatened to drown her now seemed to recede, allowing room for new beginnings. In that shared laughter and warmth, Elle understood that while the journey ahead might be fraught with challenges, they would face it together, united by love and the promise of their child.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” anticipation hangs thick in the air as Elle navigates the intricate web of emotions surrounding her relationships with both Raymond and Brad. With the unexpected gift from Raymond still fresh in her mind, Elle must grapple with the implications of their newfound friendship—one that seems to stir memories buried deep within Raymond’s past. Will she uncover the truth behind his fleeting expressions, or will the shadows of their shared history continue to elude her grasp? As the tension between them simmers, readers will be left wondering how their connection will evolve amidst the complexities of her pregnancy and the looming presence of Brad.
Meanwhile, Brad’s heartfelt reaction to the baby’s first kick promises to deepen the emotional stakes. The bond between him and Elle is blossoming, but with the arrival of their child drawing nearer, will they be able to navigate the challenges that come with impending parenthood? As they share these tender moments, the question lingers: How will their relationship transform under the weight of new responsibilities and the expectations that come with being an Alpha and a mother? With each turn of the page, readers can expect a rollercoaster of emotions, unexpected revelations, and a deepening connection that challenges the very foundations of their lives. Prepare for an exploration of love, vulnerability, and the unpredictable nature of memories as the story unfolds.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
