Catherine's POV
"Melinda, stop making fun of me. Look at me. I'm started to worry about my face," I said, picking up a mirror next to me. I checked on the bruises on my face. They were almost healed and didn't leave scars. However, I could still see some marks if I looked closer. I touched my head, which was still wrapped in gauze. I sighed, "Though my injuries have recovered, I feel less confident. I don't know if I'm good enough for him now." Melinda comforted me gently, "Cathy, you worry too much. You're King Blake's mate. You are perfect in his eyes." "I don't think so." I covered my face with my hands. I said with frustration, "He has been taking care of me these days. I feel guilty. He has so much work to do, but he puts it aside just to look after me. That's why I am in such a hurry to leave the hospital." Melinda smiled, "Cathy, it proves that King Blake loves you. Why would he choose to stay with you every day if he didn't love yo
