Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 97 Summary
In Chapter 97 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle experiences a confusing and intimate moment with Brad, who suddenly shifts from being cold and distant to warmly embracing her. As he pulls her close, she feels a mix of comfort and bewilderment, struggling to understand his change in demeanor after a week of emotional turmoil. Despite her confusion, Elle succumbs to sleep in his arms, finding solace in his presence, which contrasts sharply with the solitude she feels upon waking alone the next morning.
As the day unfolds, Martha brings Elle news that Brad has lifted her restrictions, allowing her the freedom to explore outside the house. This unexpected change leaves Elle questioning Brad’s unpredictable nature, especially after he had just brought Marissa home the previous day. Martha’s cheerful demeanor and the revelation that Marissa has been asked to leave heighten Elle’s confusion about Brad’s intentions, making her wonder why he is suddenly being so considerate.
Elle grapples with her emotions, torn between the kindness Brad has shown and the possibility of returning to his aloof behavior. The kindness she has received complicates her feelings about leaving once the baby is born. She finds herself contemplating the implications of his actions, feeling a mix of guilt and anxiety about the emotional ties that are forming. As she rests her hand on her belly, Elle reflects on her conflicting thoughts regarding Brad, uncertain of what his true feelings are and what her future holds.
Ultimately, the chapter captures Elle’s internal struggle as she navigates the complexities of her relationship with Brad, emphasizing her confusion, longing for clarity, and the emotional weight of her circumstances.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 97**
**Elle’s POV**
For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of something dark cross Brad’s face, an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher flickering in his eyes. “Marissa has nothing to do with where I sleep,” he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation.
“But—” I attempted to voice my thoughts, but before I could articulate my confusion, Brad’s uninjured left hand surged forward, gripping me tightly and drawing me against his chest.
“Time to sleep!” he declared, his voice authoritative, effectively silencing any further protest I might have had.
In an instant, I found myself enveloped in his warmth, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, a fragrance that had become so intertwined with my memories of him. The abrupt transition from our awkward exchange to this unexpected intimacy left me reeling.
What on earth is going on? The Brad who had been so frigid and aloof for an entire week, the one who had brought Marissa back home just yesterday, was now holding me as if I were someone he truly wanted near him.
“Brad, I don’t understand—” I began to voice my bewilderment, but my words were muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
“Just sleep, Elle,” he replied softly, his fingers gently running through my hair, a soothing motion that sent ripples of calm through my racing heart.
Despite the swirling confusion in my mind, a wave of drowsiness washed over me. My eyelids felt heavy, and the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat against my cheek was strangely reassuring.
This doesn’t make any sense, I thought hazily.
But resisting the pull of sleep seemed futile. I was utterly drained from the emotional upheaval of the past week, and his embrace felt like a fortress of safety and warmth. Against my better judgment, I let myself sink into him, using his arm as a makeshift pillow.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered into the darkness, unsure if I genuinely sought an answer or if I was simply voicing my confusion.
But Brad remained silent, his breathing evening out, and I soon realized he was surrendering to slumber as well.
Before I knew it, the world around me faded, and I slipped into a deep sleep.
When morning light filtered through the windows, I stirred awake to find the bed beside me empty. Brad was gone.
Sitting up, I instinctively pulled the curtains wider, allowing the warm glow of the sun to flood the room. “That feels good,” I murmured to myself, stretching my limbs, welcoming the new day.
Yet as I became more alert, the peculiar events of the previous night crashed over me like a wave. Brad’s sudden change in demeanor, the way he had held me so tenderly, the gentle caress of his fingers through my hair… It was all so bewildering, so at odds with the way he had treated me leading up to this moment.
Could it have been a dream? But no, the lingering scent of his cologne on the pillow beside me confirmed that it was all too real.
A soft knock at the door broke through my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called out, my voice still heavy with sleep.
Martha entered, her warm smile brightening the room, a glass of clear water in one hand and a cup of fresh milk in the other.
“Good morning,” she greeted cheerfully.
I accepted the milk with gratitude, rubbing my temples as I took a sip. “I slept so deeply,” I confessed, surprised at how well-rested I felt despite the chaos of the previous days.
But as I spoke, a troubling realization settled in. I had become so accustomed to sleeping in Brad’s arms that the solitude of the bed felt… lacking.
That’s a dangerous line of thought, Elle.
“Mrs. Rayne, I have some wonderful news,” Martha continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Mr. Rayne has lifted your… restrictions. You’re free to go wherever you’d like now!”
I nearly sputtered, almost choking on my milk. “What? Just like that?”
“He suggested you might enjoy getting out, perhaps indulging in some shopping or sightseeing,” she said, her enthusiasm palpable.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Brad Rayne is so unpredictable. One day, house arrest; the next, complete freedom. What’s his deal?”
Martha’s smile faltered slightly at my choice of words, but she maintained her cheerful demeanor. “Perhaps helping him with his injury last night earned you some… consideration?”
The vivid memory of our shared moment in the bathroom flooded my mind, and I felt a rush of heat creep up my neck. To divert myself from those thoughts, I quickly shifted the conversation.
“Where did Brad go this morning?” I asked, curious.
“Mr. Rayne left for the office quite early,” Martha replied, her tone casual.
Just as I was about to inquire about Marissa, Martha’s expression brightened, almost gleeful.
“Oh, and Elle, you’ll be pleased to know that Miss Hopkins has been… asked to leave.”
Surprise washed over me. “She’s gone? But Brad just brought her back yesterday!”
Martha’s satisfaction was evident. “Mr. Rayne had her removed before dawn. Quite decisively, I’m told.”
“That’s… quite a turnaround,” I mused slowly. “He brings her home yesterday and kicks her out before sunrise. That’s pretty ruthless, even for Brad.”
Martha’s delight was unmistakable. “Mr. Rayne does like to make his intentions clear.”
“His mood swings are giving me whiplash,” I muttered. “He’s completely unpredictable. I never know what to expect from him.”
Noticing that Martha’s attention had drifted—likely lost in thoughts of romantic triumph—I seized the moment to explore my newfound freedom.
“Well, since I’m apparently allowed out now, would you like to go somewhere? Maybe do some shopping?” I proposed, trying to mask my own apprehension.
Martha’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh, there’s a lovely new luxury shopping center that just opened! It has all the best stores.”
I felt a slight flutter of unease in my stomach. “Right… shopping. With what money?”
Martha’s smile turned mysteriously knowing. “Mrs. Elizabeth gave you an unlimited credit card, remember? I believe Mr. Rayne arranged that.”
I stared at her, my mind racing with confusion. Brad’s behavior was becoming more puzzling by the minute.
The kindness he was showing me left me in a state of conflict. If he continued to be considerate like this, leaving would become a heart-wrenching decision when the time came. But if he returned to his cold, distant self, walking away would be much simpler.
What if he continues to be good to me? I pondered anxiously. When I leave after the baby is born, I’ll feel so guilty.
Yet if he remains aloof, then leaving would be straightforward—no emotional entanglements to untangle.
My hand instinctively rested on my belly as these thoughts spiraled in my mind.
Brad, what exactly are you thinking? I wondered silently, searching for answers in the depths of my own confusion.
Conclusion
As the morning sun poured into the room, illuminating the remnants of last night’s unexpected intimacy, Elle found herself at a crossroads. The warmth of Brad’s embrace had offered a fleeting sense of safety, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil that had plagued her for days. Yet, with the dawn came clarity, and the realization that his unpredictable behavior had left her in a precarious position. The kindness he had shown was a double-edged sword, igniting a flicker of hope within her while simultaneously deepening her anxiety about the future. Would she be able to navigate the labyrinth of her feelings for him, or would his sudden shifts leave her stranded once more? The weight of her decision loomed large, and with every passing moment, the uncertainty of their relationship gnawed at her.
Determined to embrace her newfound freedom, Elle resolved to step into the world beyond the confines of Brad’s influence. The prospect of shopping with Martha brought a glimmer of excitement, yet the thought of leaving Brad behind—especially if he continued to show her kindness—felt like a looming shadow. She placed her hand protectively over her belly, a reminder of the life growing inside her, and the choices she would soon have to make. As she prepared to venture out, Elle understood that navigating her feelings for Brad would require courage. The waves of uncertainty may crash around her, but she was determined to chart her own course, even if it meant confronting the tangled emotions that tied her to him. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited her, both in the world outside and in her heart.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the sun rises on a new day, Elle finds herself grappling with the fallout from last night’s unexpected intimacy with Brad. With her newfound freedom, she is poised to explore the world outside the confines of the house, but the emotional turmoil she faces is far from over. The chapter ahead promises to delve deeper into the complex layers of Brad’s character, revealing whether his recent kindness is a genuine shift or merely a fleeting moment of vulnerability. Elle’s heart is caught in a tug-of-war between her growing attachment to Brad and her instinct to protect herself from potential heartbreak.
Meanwhile, the arrival of Marissa’s abrupt departure raises questions about Brad’s intentions and the true nature of their relationship. Will Elle’s foray into the outside world provide her with the clarity she seeks, or will it only deepen her confusion? As she navigates shopping sprees and new experiences, the stakes will rise, and Elle will have to confront her feelings head-on. Expect unexpected encounters, revelations about Brad’s past, and the looming question of whether Elle can truly trust him to remain steadfast. The next chapter is set to challenge her perceptions and force her to make choices that could alter the course of her life forever. Will she find the strength to embrace her desires, or will fear hold her back?
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