Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 128 Summary
In Chapter 128 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the protagonist, Elle, reflects on her recent encounter with Ivy, feeling a mix of discomfort and insight into Ivy’s manipulative demeanor. Standing beside Raymond, she acknowledges the awkwardness of family politics but tries to maintain a positive outlook. Raymond expresses his regret for Elle’s experience and shifts the conversation by presenting her with a decorative box, which he assures her is not an attempt to persuade her to visit the Blair family.
As they find a quiet spot in the garden, Raymond reveals the contents of the box—an array of exquisite pastries made by Stella Blair. Elle is initially taken aback by the thoughtfulness of the gesture, especially since the pastries are infused with herbs beneficial for her pregnancy. This revelation stirs unexpected warmth in Elle, reminding her of the last time someone showed her genuine care. Raymond’s revelation about Stella’s selfless act deeply touches Elle, prompting her to express her desire to thank Stella properly.
However, the mood shifts when Mira and Brad arrive, and Mira takes the pastries meant for Elle without hesitation. This act, combined with her casual demeanor, leaves Elle feeling overshadowed and territorial. Despite Mira’s feigned concern and friendliness, Elle senses the underlying tension and condescension in their interaction. As Mira and Brad engage in a seemingly innocent exchange, Elle’s discomfort grows, leading her to assert her need for space and request a brief escape from the ongoing celebrations.
The chapter concludes with Elle feeling the weight of her emotions and the complexities of her relationships. She grapples with feelings of jealousy and insecurity, especially in light of Mira’s actions. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, Elle’s desire to distance herself from the drama reflects her need for self-care and clarity amidst the chaos of her surroundings. The chapter captures the intricate web of emotions Elle navigates, highlighting her journey toward finding peace and asserting her boundaries.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 128**
**Elles POV**
**34%**
I stood there, my gaze fixed on Ivy as she turned the corner of the villa, her silhouette gradually fading from view. “She was quite transparent, wasn’t she?” I mused quietly, reflecting on the encounter. “Her innocent act was just a facade, a clever ploy to make me feel either guilty or arrogant.”
Raymond, standing beside me, shook his head in apparent frustration. “I truly regret that you had to endure that, Elle. The Blair family would be utterly humiliated if they realized how Ivy was representing them.”
I managed a faint smile, though I felt a heaviness settle within me from the uncomfortable exchange. “It’s alright,” I replied, trying to brush it off. “I get that family politics can be a tangled web.”
“Speaking of family,” Raymond said, casting a cautious glance around us to ensure our privacy, “I actually came to find you for another reason altogether.” He reached into his pocket and produced a small, decorative box that I hadn’t noticed before. “I wanted to bring you something.”
I eyed the box with a hint of suspicion. “If this is yet another attempt to persuade me to visit the Blair family—”
“No, no,” Raymond quickly interjected, lifting his free hand as if to placate me. “I’m here to bring you food! Those fancy werewolf canapés aren’t exactly satisfying, are they?”
He had a valid point; my stomach had been growling like a disgruntled beast for the past hour.
“That’s… actually really thoughtful of you,” I admitted, feeling some of my earlier wariness dissipate like mist in the morning sun.
Raymond gestured toward a secluded corner of the garden, where a small bench nestled among vibrant flowering bushes beckoned us. “Shall we sit? You look like you could use a moment away from all the drama.”
Gratefully, I followed him, appreciating both the promise of food and the comfort of his company. As he opened the box, my eyes widened at the sight of an array of delicate pastries and petite cakes, each one a masterpiece of culinary art, beautifully arranged.
“These look absolutely divine,” I exclaimed, reaching for one of the pastries. The moment I took a bite, I was transported to a realm of flavor—sweet yet balanced, with layers that danced on my tongue. “This is incredible! Where on earth did you find a chef with such talent?”
Raymond paused, his gaze fixed on me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Is it good?” he asked, a hint of curiosity lacing his tone.
“It’s beyond amazing,” I replied, savoring another bite. “The flavor is so unique—I’ve never experienced anything like it. Is this some sort of secret recipe from the Carter family?”
Raymond chuckled softly, shaking his head as if amused by my question. “It’s not that we want to keep the technique a secret; it’s just…”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Just what?”
He took a deep breath, as if weighing the importance of his next words. “These pastries weren’t made by our chef, Elle. They were crafted by Stella Blair herself.”
My hand halted mid-air, pastry suspended as disbelief washed over me. “Mrs. Blair? But why on earth would she—”
“The ingredients come from the Blair family’s ancient medicinal herb garden,” Raymond continued, his tone earnest. “These pastries are infused with specific herbs that are beneficial for… well, for pregnancy. Especially for humans who are carrying werewolf children.”
I set the pastry down, staring at him in shock. “You’re serious.”
“Completely serious.” Raymond’s expression was unwavering. “Stella unearthed this recipe from the Blair family’s ancient texts. It had been lost for generations. She dedicated an entire day to researching it, meticulously cross-referencing old medical journals to ensure every ingredient would be safe for a human mother.”
A warm sensation blossomed in my chest, completely unexpected. “She did all of this for me? But she doesn’t even know me.”
“She specifically asked me not to tell you,” Raymond said gently. “She was concerned you might feel obligated or uncomfortable. But I couldn’t let someone else’s kindness go unacknowledged.”
I picked up the pastry again, examining it with newfound appreciation.
After my own mother, Susan, I struggled to recall the last time someone had shown me such genuine, selfless care.
“Elle?” Raymond’s voice broke through my reverie, gentle and concerned. “Are you alright?”
I blinked, realizing that tears were pooling in my eyes—not the painful kind I’d grown accustomed to, but quiet tears of gratitude that threatened to spill over.
“I can’t just overlook this kindness,” I said, hastily wiping my eyes. “I need to thank her properly.”
Raymond smiled, as if he had anticipated this very response. “Should I inform the Blair family that you’d like to visit?”
“Yes, please. Let them know I’ll come tomorrow, and tell Mrs. Blair how much I appreciate this,” I replied, my heart swelling with determination.
Raymond nodded, rising from his seat. “I will. She’ll be thrilled to hear that.”
Once he left, I sat alone for a few moments, carefully placing the remaining pastries back in the box. The unexpected kindness from a stranger had touched something deep within me, soothing the turmoil that had been brewing since Mira’s return.
I was just about to stand up and head back inside when familiar voices reached my ears.
“Oh wow, these look gorgeous!”
I turned to see Mira approaching, Brad by her side. As she spotted the pastry box in my hands, she didn’t even ask; she simply reached over and plucked it right out of my grasp, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“These are so pretty,” she exclaimed, lifting the lid to help herself to one of the pastries. “Mmm, delicious!”
I felt my heart sink as I watched her break off a piece and turn to Brad, offering him a bite of the pastry that had been made specifically for me and my baby. Brad chewed thoughtfully, his amber eyes flicking toward me for a brief moment.
“It’s good,” he said, his voice neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze that made my stomach twist.
Mira beamed with satisfaction, as if she had won a point in a game I hadn’t even known I was playing. The casual way she had taken something meant for me, the intimate manner in which she fed Brad—it all felt so effortlessly territorial.
“Do you two need something?” I asked, my voice coming out cooler than I had intended.
Brad’s expression sharpened at my tone. As an Alpha, he was likely picking up on the shift in my emotions, even if he couldn’t fully grasp the cause.
“Elle, I wanted to formally introduce you two,” he said, gesturing between Mira and me.
My heart sank like a stone.
Before I could respond, Mira casually looped her arm through mine, her werewolf friendliness catching me off guard yet again.
“Elle, you’re not mad at me, are you?” she asked, her voice warm and feigning concern. “I know this situation is complicated, but I want you to know that Brad and I are just good friends now.”
Just friends. The way she said it felt condescending, as if she was graciously allowing me to exist in Brad’s life.
“I understand,” I replied quietly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
“I’m glad,” Mira continued, squeezing my arm with a false sense of camaraderie. “I’d hate for there to be any awkwardness between us.”
“Good,” I interrupted, gently pulling my arm free. “I’m sorry, but I’m actually quite tired. I think I’ll head up to rest.”
Brad stepped forward, his hand reaching out as if he wanted to stop me. “Elle—”
“Actually, there is one thing,” I cut him off, meeting his gaze directly, striving to maintain a neutral expression. “I was hoping to discuss something with you. The next three days are going to be quite busy with celebrations, and honestly, I’d prefer to avoid being in the middle of all the excitement. Would it be possible for me to get away for a few days? Just to catch my breath?”
Conclusion
In that moment, as I stood at the crossroads of my emotions, the weight of the past few hours settled heavily upon my shoulders. The warmth of Raymond’s unexpected kindness still lingered in my heart, a stark contrast to the coldness I felt from Mira and Brad. Their presence, once a comfort, now felt like a reminder of the tangled web of relationships I found myself ensnared in. I realized that while the pastries symbolized a gesture of care and acceptance from the Blair family, Mira’s actions had cast a shadow over my own sense of belonging. My resolve to express gratitude to Stella Blair was overshadowed by the gnawing insecurity that came with being surrounded by those who seemed to effortlessly claim the space I once thought was mine.
Yet, amidst the confusion and the emotional turmoil, I recognized a flicker of strength within me, ignited by the kindness I had received. I was determined to carve out my own path, to assert my voice and reclaim my narrative. As I prepared to step away from the chaos of the villa, I felt a newfound clarity wash over me. My desire to connect with Stella was not merely about gratitude; it was a declaration of my intent to embrace the support that was offered, to acknowledge that I was worthy of such kindness. In seeking solace, I was not retreating but rather preparing to rise, to confront the complexities of my world with a renewed sense of purpose. Tomorrow would be a new beginning, one where I would not allow the shadows of doubt to overshadow the light of newfound friendships and familial bonds.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect tension to escalate as Elle navigates the complexities of her relationships with both Mira and Brad. With her request to escape the celebrations looming over her, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Brad respect her need for space, or will he push back, complicating their already fraught dynamic? The emotional undercurrents between the trio promise to deepen, revealing hidden motives and unspoken feelings that could shift the balance of their interactions.
Moreover, the intriguing gesture from Stella Blair will weigh heavily on Elle’s mind. As she prepares to visit the Blair family to express her gratitude, the atmosphere will be charged with anticipation. What will Stella’s response be, and how will her actions impact the fragile ties between the two families? The chapter will delve into the significance of kindness in a world rife with competition and suspicion, setting the stage for unexpected alliances or rivalries to emerge. Readers will be left wondering how these connections will influence Elle’s journey and the choices she must make in the face of mounting pressures.
