Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 153 Summary
In Chapter 153 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Brad experiences a sense of relief when Elle is not angry with him, contrasting sharply with Mira’s tense demeanor. As they sit together for lunch, Mira’s frustration is palpable, and Brad hopes she will finally understand that their past relationship is over. The lunch, initially intended to appease his mother, becomes a battleground of emotions, with Brad focused on Elle while feeling Mira’s anger simmering beside him.
As the meal progresses, Brad’s attention is drawn to a moment when Elle offers him honey cakes made by her godmother, Stella. This simple act ignites a spark of warmth between them, leading to a shared moment that intensifies Brad’s feelings for Elle. The atmosphere at the table grows thick with tension, especially as Mira watches their interaction with disbelief and irritation. Brad, however, is unfazed by Mira’s feelings and is determined to show her the reality of his priorities.
The conversation shifts when Sophia suggests they head to a movie, which Brad seizes as an opportunity to execute his plan to be closer to Elle. He feigns indifference while secretly ensuring he has a ticket for the same showing, determined to position himself next to Elle. Mira, oblivious to his intentions, is left in a state of confusion as they prepare to leave.
When Mira finally confronts Brad about inviting Elle and Sophia, he firmly clarifies that their lunch was never intended to be exclusive. His calm demeanor contrasts with Mira’s growing rage as he reveals that Elle will be sitting next to him at the movie. Brad’s patience wears thin as he gives Mira an ultimatum, leaving her to grapple with her emotions and the reality of his choices. Ultimately, he steps out, confident that Mira will follow, driven by her pride and unwillingness to concede defeat.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 153**
**Brad’s POV**
Relief washed over me like a gentle tide; Elle wasn’t angry. Thank the heavens for that small mercy.
Mira, however, was a different story. She sat rigidly beside me, her body tense as if she were a coiled spring ready to snap. I could almost feel the waves of confusion and anger emanating from her, a palpable energy that made the air around us thick with unspoken tension. Good. Perhaps this was the moment she would finally grasp that the dream she had been nurturing about us rekindling our relationship was nothing more than an illusion—a mere fantasy that needed to be shattered.
I had reluctantly agreed to this lunch with Mira, primarily to quell my mother’s incessant nagging. But I would be damned if I was going to endure this ordeal by myself.
The waitstaff glided around the restaurant with practiced grace, delivering dishes that looked like they had been crafted by culinary artists. Each plate was a masterpiece, but as always, I found myself unable to reach for my food. A familiar knot of distrust twisted in my stomach at the thought of consuming meals prepared by strangers in a kitchen I had never seen. It was an Alpha thing—a primal instinct that I had yet to shake off.
Sitting directly across from me, Elle was the focal point of my attention. I watched her intently as she scanned the table, her eyes flitting from one dish to another. Sophia, on the other hand, had already dived into her meal with unabashed delight, seemingly content to be an observer of the unfolding drama. Mira, in stark contrast, was merely picking at her salad, her irritation barely concealed. She shot glances between Elle and me, her expression a mixture of confusion and frustration, as though she were attempting to solve a complex equation that had no solution.
The silence around the table thickened, becoming almost unbearable, when Elle suddenly reached into her purse.
“Brad,” she said softly, her voice breaking through the tension like a warm breeze. She pulled out a small container, and my curiosity piqued. “Stella packed some of her honey cakes for me this morning. I haven’t had a chance to try them yet. Would you like one?”
“Mrs. Blair made those?” I asked, unable to mask the eagerness that crept into my tone.
Elle nodded, opening the container to reveal those familiar golden cakes, their aroma wafting through the air like a sweet promise. “She mentioned something about you having tried them before at some family gathering. Said you’d complimented her recipe.”
If Stella had crafted these cakes, they were bound to be exceptional. No, they were more than just good; they were likely extraordinary.
Without hesitation, I reached for one and took a bite, the flavors exploding on my palate.
I picked up another cake, holding it out toward her. “You should try one. Your godmother has exceptional talent.”
A delicate blush crept onto Elle’s cheeks, and in that moment, I became acutely aware that the entire table had fallen silent. Mira was watching us, her gaze a mixture of pain and disbelief, while Sophia observed with keen interest. But all I cared about was Elle’s response as she leaned forward, allowing me to feed her the cake.
When her soft lips brushed against my fingers, it sent a jolt of electricity through my entire being.
“It’s wonderful,” she said softly, her voice laced with warmth, and I felt a tightness in my chest, a surge of emotions I could hardly contain.
I couldn’t help but alternate between savoring Mrs. Blair’s honey cakes and ensuring that Elle had enough food on her plate. Each time I placed a carefully selected bite in front of her, I felt Mira’s glare piercing through me, like daggers aimed at my back. But I was beyond caring about Mira’s feelings at this point.
I was ready for her to see the truth. If Mira couldn’t accept that reality, then that was her burden to bear, not mine.
After we had nearly polished off the container of cakes and Elle had made a respectable dent in her meal, Sophia cleared her throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence.
“Well, this has been lovely,” she said, a slight smile gracing her lips that hinted at her enjoyment of the unfolding drama. “But we should probably start thinking about that movie. The preview showing starts in about half an hour.”
Perfect. The second phase of my plan was about to unfold.
“Movie?” I asked, striving to sound casually intrigued.
“The new one,” Sophia explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Elle and I had planned to catch the special matinee screening.”
“Ah, yes,” I said, allowing my smile to turn predatory, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes. “And where exactly is this showing?”
“The downtown cinema, near the main shopping district,” Sophia replied, though I could see her studying my reaction with a hint of curiosity.
Excellent. Everything was falling into place exactly as I had envisioned.
“Well then, you two should get going,” I said, feigning exaggerated reasonableness. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the previews.”
Elle raised an eyebrow at me, suspicion flickering in her expression. She had come to know me well enough to recognize when I was up to something.
“You’re letting us go awfully easily,” she remarked, her tone cautious.
“I’m a very reasonable person,” I replied, masking my anticipation with mock innocence, though I could feel the excitement bubbling within me.
The truth was, I had no intention of allowing Elle to attend that movie without me. I had already instructed Alex to purchase tickets for the same showing, ensuring that my seat was right next to where Elle and Sophia would be sitting. Mira was welcome to join if she wished, but she was about to discover that even when she thought she was getting time alone with me, Elle would remain the center of my universe.
“Right,” Elle said slowly, standing and gathering her purse. I could see her mind racing, trying to unravel the threads of my plan. “Sophia, shall we head out?”
As they prepared to leave, I noticed that Mira hadn’t uttered a word during the entire exchange. She was staring at me, her expression a mix of disbelief and confusion, as if trying to comprehend why I was so eager to let Elle leave when this was supposed to be our time together.
Just as Elle and Sophia reached the door, Mira’s composure finally shattered.
“Brad, why did you invite them to our—”
I raised a hand to halt her before she could finish that sentence. The last thing I needed was for Elle to hear Mira referring to this as “our” anything.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind Elle and Sophia, I turned to face Mira, summoning all the patience I could muster. It was time to make things crystal clear.
“I told you I would have lunch with you, Mira,” I said, my voice steady and calm. “I never said it would be just the two of us.”
“But I thought—”
“You thought wrong,” I interjected, standing up and smoothing down my jacket. “The movie starts soon. If you want to come, you’re welcome to join us. If not, you’re free to leave.”
Her face drained of color, then flushed a deep crimson with rage. “She’s going too? That human girl is going to the same movie?”
“Yes,” I replied, my tone devoid of remorse. “Elle will be there. In fact, her seat is right next to mine.”
I paused at the door, glancing back at her. She was trembling with fury, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.
“You have about five minutes to decide what you want to do, Mira,” I said, checking my watch with a casual air. “I won’t wait.”
Then, I stepped out, leaving her to grapple with her choice.
I didn’t need to look back to know she would follow. Mira’s pride wouldn’t allow her to admit defeat so easily.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the lunch, a significant shift had occurred within me. The tension that had once coiled tightly around my heart began to loosen, revealing a sense of clarity I hadn’t anticipated. As Mira’s frustration hung in the air, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders; I had finally embraced the truth of my feelings for Elle. The honey cakes had acted as a catalyst, a sweet reminder of the warmth and connection I craved, and in that moment of shared joy, I realized that my heart had already chosen its course. I was ready to face whatever consequences lay ahead, whether it meant confronting Mira’s anger or navigating the complexities of my past.
Outside the restaurant, the world felt different, brighter even, as I prepared to join Elle and Sophia for the movie. The anticipation thrumming within me was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the heaviness of the lunch. I had taken a stand, not just for my own happiness, but for Elle’s as well. As I walked toward the cinema, I could feel the tide of change rising, washing away the remnants of doubt and fear. I was finally ready to embrace the future, one where Elle would take center stage, and I would no longer be shackled by the weight of expectations or past entanglements. The waves of lost memories were receding, making way for new ones, and I was eager to dive into the unknown.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension thickens in the air, readers can anticipate a dramatic confrontation between Brad and Mira that will peel back the layers of their complicated past. With Mira’s simmering anger and confusion, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into her psyche, revealing the emotional turmoil she grapples with as she realizes her dreams of rekindling a relationship with Brad may be slipping further away. The stakes are high, and as Mira grapples with her feelings, the question looms: will she confront Brad about his intentions, or will she continue to play the role of the confused ex, hoping for a change in his affections?
Meanwhile, the unfolding dynamics between Brad and Elle are bound to intensify as they navigate the complexities of their connection amidst the chaos. With the movie looming on the horizon, readers can expect sparks to fly as the trio—Brad, Elle, and Mira—find themselves in close quarters. Will Mira’s presence at the cinema disrupt the budding chemistry between Brad and Elle, or will it provide the catalyst for a pivotal moment that could alter their relationships forever? The anticipation builds as the stage is set for revelations, confrontations, and perhaps even unexpected alliances, making the next chapter a must-read for anyone invested in this tangled web of emotions.
