The car came to a smooth stop, and Emma got out with Ethan.
A big golden retriever suddenly dashed out, barking at Emma.
Emma, like a frightened bird, instinctively sought protection. She instinctively turned to the nearest person, flinging herself into Ethan's arms, burying her head against him, her hands tightly clutching the fabric of his sleeve.
Phillip, holding the golden retriever Boppy, said, "Emma, Boppy doesn't bite. She's just asking you to pat her!"
"Sorry, could you make her go away? I'm a bit scared," Emma said, clutching the man, trembling slightly.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, about to ask Phillip to take Boppy away, but in the next second, he closed his mouth.
Emma looked so scared, like a frightened cat, and he was quite willing to pat her head and comfort her.
Seeing B
