Chapter 12 Consensual

What?

Susan was confused by the two people in front of her. And she felt that she had been here long enough that Ella might have been worried to death.

"So, can I leave now?" Susan said hopefully.

"Leave?" The nobleman sneered, and he looked at Susan playfully, "I'm surprised you're so naive. Do you really think you can still leave as nothing happened after all the secrets you've heard?"

Susan was stunned.

"Then what do you want?"

A horrible idea jumped into Susan's head. Were they going to kill her to silence her?

Susan stared at the nobleman's face, thinking he looked less like he wanted to kill and more like he was mulling over some bad ideas.

Daniel, meanwhile, looked at her with a smile and a relaxed embrace of his arms.

Okay, probably they were not planning the killing, so what did they want?

"I swear I won't tell anyone what I heard, and I'll forget all about it as soon as I get out of this door. In fact, I can't even remember now what I was doing here." Susan said with a smile and slowly stepped backward.

Meanwhile, the nobleman and Daniel watched and discussed instead of stopping her.

"A little smart, but no sense of honor." Like picking a horse at the horse market, the noble man surveyed Susan, stroking his chin and commenting, "Naive, willful, and a little reckless."

"A woman, at least she's a smart woman, is better than most women." Daniel nodded and laughed.

"Do you think we can use her?"

"It's hard to say, but you do need reliable help at the court. You never used to use women as a spy, and that was because the Queen trusted you, and you didn't need any spy. But things are different now, and it's better to have her around than nothing."

"I'm afraid it makes no difference whether I have her or not." The nobleman snorted a laugh.

"If only there were a court lady who could be your spy, all the powers compete to send court ladies to the palace, which is what you never do." Daniel shrugged, "Anyway, there is nothing to lose, just a maid."

"A general maid doesn't have many chances to be close to the Queen. She needs another position."

"How about a cook?"

"Can be considered."

Susan had long since stopped her quiet escape as an entourage stood behind her with a stern face.

Susan did not expect she could just slip away successfully. At least she tried. She resigned herself to standing still and listening to the nobleman and Daniel's conversation with full attention.

When she heard that they intended to place her in the court as a cook, Susan could not help but sigh in her heart: No wonder Shadow said that it was her destiny to enter the court. Everywhere she goes, always someone wants her to enter court, huh?

"Please excuse me, gentlemen," Susan spoke out and interrupted those two.

"You are talking about sending me to the Court as a cook?"

"For now, it looks like the easiest way, and we can adjust the position again when you are settled."

"But I don't want to be a cook, and I know nothing about cooking." Susan was telling the truth, and most importantly, she had slight anorexia in her 21st-century life. Not to mention cooking, she hated even the smell of food. This odd habit had not changed much when her soul was shifted into this body.

In other words, Susan incredibly hated the kitchen. And if she weren't too hungry, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to eat.

"Are you a woman?" Daniel shouted with a glare, "What kind of woman can't cook."

"Please treat me as I'm not!" Susan said, "I said I am useless, and I'm grateful if you'll let me go home."

Daniel stared at Susan, unable to say anything.

"Since you are already my female subordinate, you have to work for me." The nobleman said slowly, "Where I tell you to go, you have to go. Whatever I tell you to do, you have to do."

Susan was furious. She pursed her lips, resisted the thought of cursing, and silently recited: not to be angry, three times before she spoke.

"My Lord, both you and I know that the so-called female subordinate is just a lie, a stopgap measure for emergencies."

"A lie? Are you calling me the duke Henry Wilson, lying?" The nobleman stared at Susan solemnly, "I never lie."

Susan's mouth dropped open. How could he be so shameless?

"But you were lying when you said I was your female subordinate."

"I did decide to make you my female subordinate," the corner of the nobleman's mouth flashed a vague smile. He reached out and patted the cloak Susan was wearing as if to flick off the non-existent dust.

"Otherwise, why would I give you my cloak? This cloak has been with me for several years, and to be honest, I really can't let it go."

"But I never agreed to be your female subordinate either. You can't force me to be your subordinate, not even the Duke. This kind of thing has to be consensual."

"You clearly said that you offered your loyalty to me to show your gratitude." The nobleman slowly approached Susan and stared down at her, "All those present heard it. I think it's obvious that it was your consensual."

"That was to deal with the old man." Susan was anxious, and she was beginning to get the feeling that she had fallen into a trap.