Alvera was nervous, but she managed to control her emotions.
"Mr. Francois, you're not well. You'd better sit down," she said.
"Do you really think that I don't have a family doctor?"
Alvera was stunned for a moment. "So you're fine now?"
"Do I look like I'm not? I can show you if you like," he replied.
"No need," Alvera replied immediately, "Looks like I didn't need to get the medicine after all. I'll go back to the hospital, then."
"You did just remind me, you're my wife. I haven't done my duty as a husband yet. Since you're not sick, you don't need to stay in the hospital. Go upstairs and take a bath," he said.
Alvera looked at him. He was bad at acting as well, but his hormones were obviously out of control.
She had to stay away from him, but resistance was not a good idea right now.
...
She listened to him and went upstairs.
She remembered that he also took a bath next door while she was showering yesterday.