Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644 Silent Envy And Bar Talk

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she was far less experienced than Norman, so it was normal for her to lose.

But if they fought in forests or deserts, he would never stand a chance against her.

After hearing this, Lucas suddenly spoke, “You rarely admit anyone is stronger than you.”

This was genuine recognition—one he could never earn himself.

Tammy missed the hidden meaning and huffed, “But I’ll surpass him sooner or later!”

“Why?”

“I’m younger than him, by several years. Youth is my biggest advantage, my hope. When he grows old, I’ll definitely beat him! I’ll take him down when his strength fades!”

Lucas couldn’t help but laugh.

Tammy blinked. “What’s so funny? I’m being serious.”

“I know you are.”

“Hmph.”

“Tammy, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything you’ve done for me.”

“I haven’t done anything...” She paused, realizing the truth. “You know?”

“I do. I’ve stayed in those wild lands before, and I’m a doctor. I’ve seen this ritual.”

Tammy fell silent for a moment.

Then she mumbled awkwardly, “I’m bad at cooking.”

Lucas shook his head. “No. Sincerity is priceless. Being able to eat the meal you made before I go will let me leave in peace.”

“You’re not dying yet. Don’t say things like that, don’t curse yourself.”

“I’ve long prepared myself for this day.”

“Can I have a hug?”

Tammy pressed her lips together and pulled him into her arms without hesitation.

Norman, who had followed them out, witnessed the intimate hug.

They looked completely inseparable.

The hug only lasted a second. No matter how reluctant Lucas was, he slowly let go.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

Lucas chose not to ask anything about the fight or their conversation, acting as if nothing had happened.

Tammy said nothing to explain either, supporting him as they walked back.

Neither of them confirmed it, but a figure lingered far behind, watching them leave side by side.

At the Nocturne Bar.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door felt like stepping into a world separate from everything outside. The rich aroma of whiskey, the faint smoke of cigars, and subtle perfume wove together into a warm, hazy atmosphere.

It was an old-fashioned high-end bar with no blaring music, patronized only by influential people.

A man sat alone in a corner booth.

He’d swept his messy hair back, revealing his sharp, strikingly handsome face.

Leaning back against the chair, he stared up at the overhead chandeliers, swirling the liquor in his glass.

Several empty bottles of premium foreign liquor littered the table.

He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there alone.

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