Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 150 Summary
In Chapter 150 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself confronting her complicated feelings for Brad after he unexpectedly arrives in a car, looking worn and vulnerable. Despite her instincts telling her to walk away, she is drawn to him and eventually gets into his car. The tension between them is palpable as they drive in silence, with Brad’s demeanor hinting at a deep emotional struggle. Elle grapples with her conflicting emotions, recalling the pain of his past actions and the betrayal she felt.
Upon arriving at a luxurious hotel, Brad leads Elle to an elegant suite, where he suggests they talk. As he steps away to shower, Elle is left to reflect on the bizarre situation she finds herself in, questioning why she agreed to meet him despite the hurt he caused. The arrival of dinner adds to her anxiety, as she feels trapped between her desire to flee and her urge to comply with Brad’s request.
When Brad returns, he takes charge of the dinner, serving Elle with a tenderness that surprises her. Their meal is filled with unspoken emotions, and when Brad casually mentions their baby, Elle’s heart tightens with a mix of joy and apprehension. As the evening progresses, Brad’s honest admission of missing Elle breaks down her defenses, leading to an emotional moment where she struggles to process the complexities of their relationship.
The chapter culminates with Brad gifting Elle a beautiful set of sleepwear and asking her to stay the night. His vulnerability and the sincerity in his voice reveal a side of him that Elle has not seen before, leaving her torn between past grievances and the possibility of reconciliation. The chapter ends on a note of uncertainty, with Elle facing a pivotal decision about their future together.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 150**
**Elle’s POV**
I had scarcely made it halfway back to the house when a car horn pierced the stillness of the evening air. It blared once, twice, three times—each honk deliberate, insistent.
With a heavy heart, I turned around, my movements slow, as if I were being drawn by an unseen force. The driver’s door swung open, and there he was—Brad. Even from a distance, I could see the weariness etched into his features, the way his usually immaculate appearance seemed disheveled and fatigued.
He didn’t approach the gate, opting instead to stand beside his car, his amber eyes scanning the distance until they locked onto mine.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to keep walking. I should have turned my back on him, should have retreated into the safety of my home and left him to stew in his own thoughts for another seven nights if that was what he desired. Yet, there was something about his presence—this formidable Alpha who looked as if he hadn’t found sleep in days—that compelled my feet to move toward him, almost against my will.
As I drew closer, the sight of his face made my heart clench painfully in my chest. His amber eyes were shadowed with fatigue, and for the first time, I noticed a raw vulnerability in his expression that was foreign to me. This was not the commanding Alpha I was accustomed to; this was a man who appeared… shattered.
“Get in the car, Elle,” he urged, his voice low and gravelly, laced with exhaustion and an undercurrent of desperation. The authority that usually accompanied his tone was still present, yet it was softened by a pleading quality that tightened my chest.
“Why?” I shot back, the word escaping my lips sharper than I had intended. “So you can accuse me of more things I didn’t do?”
He flinched, as if I had struck him. “Please. Just… get in the car.”
I studied his face, searching for any remnants of the anger or disappointment that had marred his expression that night at the hotel. Instead, I was met with sheer exhaustion and a look that bore an uncanny resemblance to regret.
Despite the rational thoughts swirling in my mind, despite the hurt and confusion still raw within me, I found myself walking around to the passenger side of his car.
I slid into the familiar embrace of the leather seat, feeling an odd mix of comfort and trepidation.
Brad climbed back in, starting the engine without uttering another word. We drove through the winding roads of Moon Lake City in silence, and I couldn’t help but notice how carefully he navigated each turn, his movements deliberate and smooth, as if he were handling something fragile.
Before long, we arrived at the city’s most exclusive hotel. Brad parked in the private garage, then led me to a secluded elevator that required a special key card to access.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity piqued as the elevator began its ascent to the top floor.
“I thought… I thought we should talk,” he replied, his voice still hoarse, laden with unspoken emotions.
When the elevator doors slid open, we stepped into a lavish suite that was far more spacious than most apartments. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking panoramic view of the city, and the furnishings were tastefully elegant without veering into ostentation.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Brad instructed, already moving toward what appeared to be the master bedroom. “I need to shower first.”
I watched him disappear into the bedroom, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the silence, followed by the rush of water starting up. Only then did the reality of my situation hit me like a wave.
I was in a hotel suite with Brad. The same Brad who had chosen Mire over me, who had believed her deceit without a second thought, who had looked at me with such disappointment that it had shattered something deep within me.
So why was I here? Why had I gotten into his car like some lovesick fool, unable to resist the pull of his presence?
I was still grappling with these questions when a knock echoed from the suite’s main door.
“Alpha?” came a voice from the hallway. “Your dinner has arrived.”
I froze, the word “dinner” sending a jolt of anxiety through me.
“Elle,” Brad’s voice called from the bathroom, “could you get that for me?”
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the instinct to flee and an inexplicable urge to comply with his request. Finally, I opened the door to find several hotel staff members standing there with an elaborate dinner service in tow.
“Good evening,” the head server greeted me with a respectful bow.
I stepped aside, allowing them to enter as they efficiently set up an exquisite dinner for two on the suite’s dining table. The spread was nothing short of spectacular—fresh seafood, perfectly cooked vegetables, artisanal bread, and what appeared to be freshly squeezed juice served in crystal glasses.
By the time they finished and departed, Brad emerged from the bedroom, clad in a dark bathrobe, his black hair still damp from his shower. The sight of him—rumpled yet relaxed in a way I had never seen before—made my mouth go dry.
“Sit down and eat,” he commanded, pulling out a chair for me.
I remained rooted to the spot. “Brad, what is this? Why are you—”
“I don’t want to say this twice,” he interjected, his voice carrying that unmistakable Alpha edge that made my body want to obey before my mind could catch up.
Before I knew it, I found myself sitting down, confusion swirling in my mind, while Brad took the seat across from me. He immediately began serving me, carefully placing small portions of each dish onto my plate, his actions imbued with an unexpected tenderness that felt at odds with everything that had transpired between us.
“Do you want the salmon or the tuna?” he asked, as if we were merely discussing dinner plans rather than the tangled web of emotions that hung between us.
“I want to know why you brought me here,” I replied instead, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
He ignored my question, continuing to arrange food on my plate. “Just a little of each. Too much seafood at once isn’t good for you or the baby.”
The casual mention of the baby—our baby—tightened my throat. He poured the juice into my glass and slid it toward me, his gaze unwavering.
When I hesitated to drink, Brad lifted the glass and held it to my lips. “Please.”
I took a sip, and the juice was perfect—sweet and refreshing, somehow precisely what I had been craving without even realizing it.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, the weight of my emotions threatening to spill over.
“Because I missed you,” he replied simply, the raw honesty in his voice hitting me like a physical blow.
Tears began to fall before I could stop them, and I found myself at a loss for how to respond to this version of Brad—the one who brought me to hotels, who squeezed juice, and who looked at me as if I were something precious.
We finished our dinner in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was charged, heavy with unspoken words that neither of us seemed ready to articulate.
After the hotel staff had cleared the dishes, Martha appeared with an elegant box, placing it on the coffee table before leaving with a respectful nod.
Brad looked almost shy as he gestured toward the box. “Open it. It’s for you.”
Inside was the most exquisite set of sleepwear I had ever seen—silk pajamas in a soft cream hue, clearly designed with my condition in mind. The fabric felt impossibly luxurious, and the cut was both modest and flattering.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized what he was suggesting.
“Stay tonight,” Brad said, his voice barely above a whisper. For a fleeting moment, he looked vulnerable, like a boy asking for something he wasn’t sure he deserved. “Please.”
Conclusion
In that moment, everything shifted within me. The anger and hurt I had carried like a heavy cloak began to unravel, thread by thread, as I processed the sincerity in Brad’s eyes. The vulnerability he displayed stripped away the walls I had erected, leaving me exposed to the raw truth of our connection. I had spent so long feeling lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and betrayal, but here he was, offering me a lifeline wrapped in silk and sincerity. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I allowed myself to hope. The weight of our past hung heavily between us, yet in that lavish suite, a fragile new beginning flickered to life.
As I looked at the exquisite gift before me, I realized that this was not merely about the silk pajamas or the sumptuous dinner; it was about the unspoken promise of healing and reconciliation. Brad’s plea resonated deep within my heart, igniting a flicker of courage I had long thought extinguished. I could sense the tides shifting, the waves of our tumultuous history giving way to a calmer, more hopeful horizon. The decision lay before me, and though uncertainty still lingered, I felt the pull of something greater—a chance to rebuild, to reclaim the love we both had nearly lost. With a deep breath, I embraced the moment, ready to face whatever came next, knowing that perhaps, just perhaps, we could navigate these waters together.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Elle and Brad reaches a boiling point, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of their relationship. With the unexpected vulnerability Brad has shown, readers can anticipate a revelation that might change everything. Will Elle be able to confront her feelings amidst the whirlwind of emotions? As she grapples with her past heartbreak and the unexpected tenderness of the present, the stakes will only grow higher. The luxurious hotel suite, once a backdrop for their unspoken conflict, may become the setting for a pivotal moment that could redefine their connection.
Moreover, the arrival of the mysterious box and its contents hints at a significant turning point. What does the silk sleepwear symbolize for Elle and Brad? Will it serve as a bridge to healing, or will it deepen the chasm of uncertainty that looms over them? As they navigate the delicate balance between desire and fear, readers will be left wondering if this night will lead to reconciliation or further heartbreak. With each passing moment, the anticipation builds—what choices will Elle make, and how will Brad respond? The next chapter is set to unravel these questions, pulling readers into an emotional storm that promises both revelation and transformation.
