Humble Response To A Compliment Novels & Stories

He's getting on my nerves. "So what? Your body is stunning!" he added nonchalantly, as I appeared to feel frigid at his remark. I want to appreciate his compliment, but humiliation consumes me. I want to sink into the ground because I don't want to see him anymore. He had seen everything! Everything!

I shrieked and his jaw tightened immediately like he regretted answering honestly. “They’ll phrase things carefully,” he explained. “A compliment can be an insult. Sympathy can be mockery and concern can be judgment.” “And everyone else will understand except me,” I realized quietly. Neither brother answered, which was answer enough. Something humiliating and panicked twisted inside my chest then because suddenly I understood exactly how vulnerable I actually was here. I wasn't weak, I was exposed. There was a difference. Caspian noticed the shift in my expression immediately, and he called out.

he said flatly, like it was an observation, not praise or a compliment. I almost wanted to cry. Why does this man act like this? It felt like he was holding himself back from complimenting me. Well, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of my reaction. I pretended I didn’t notice he was trying to hide a compliment. “As. Always,” I replied calmly, matching his energy, before pulling out my phone and scrolling through I*******m.

I just have to survive the next few hours and I no longer have to deal with him. "Those girls painted you up nice. I thought you were a little ugly when you came in," he says. I do not respond. "Hey, I just complimented you. Say thank you," he says. "Thank you. I did not realize you were complimenting me. I apologize, sir," I say. "Hey look here. Do not be a smart ass. I am trying to be nice to you," he says.

I should respond, should acknowledge his kindness, should be a decent human being. I typed— "Just got out of shower. Thanks for today too. You were a lifesaver" and then i hit send. His response came immediately like he'd been waiting. "Anytime. Really. I meant what I said. I owe you for today." That gratitude again, that humility that made everything worse. I typed back "You don't owe me anything" and sent it. His response: "Then how about dinner? For real this time. You pick when." I stared at the text for a long time before I even know what to say or do.

All were so warm. I paused and blinked at my thoughts, adjusting on the seat I shook my mind. What am I even thinking? The man might help me out of humanity and I... Don't forget you have a fiance who loves you! "You're beautiful... Today." He complimented while sitting. My blood rushed to my cheeks. "Thanks," I muttered. Was the compliment too much? Or, I'm being impudent, taking the general compliment too seriously? "Thanks for accepting the invitation." He said.

“Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I thought, “I tried my best, sir,” I said cautiously. He nodded and said nothing at first. Then, he said; “You are dangerously humble, Miss Marrissa.” I blinked. “Was that... a compliment?” He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “There is an aggressive confidence in your politeness. I like it.” I blushed, unsure if that was meant as praise or a warning. “Thank you, sir.” Another silence passed. Then, because apparently my mouth had zero self-preservation instincts, I blurted:

Things I hoped he was going to tell me with his mouth but instead, he only just smiled. "You're beautiful," he added out of context but the smile that was starting to grow at the corner of my lips was a proof of my exact feelings regarding this. Bashfully, I batted my lashes at him, unable to keep staring into his eyes before staring down at my fingers and admiring its beauty instead - humor me, but at this point, I'd do everything to escape being questioned by Ronald while we were in the middle of this. "When someone compliments you, shouldn't you say a word of appreciation?"

He added, and my eyelashes flustered. My cheek burned with embarrassment and all of a sudden, I find myself flustered, my heart warming slightly. I'm not used to genuine praise that isn't accompanied by ulterior motives. “Thank you,” I mumled sincerely this time. “You are welcome,” he responded with a nod and walked away from me. I heaved a deep sigh at his retreating back with a smile plastered on my face. I hate that I'm reacting this way, but I just couldn't help it.

I was taken aback by her words, not because I didn't appreciate them, but because she rarely offered praise. I returned the compliment. "Thanks, you also look nice." I smiled warmly at her. Emily's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she replied with a graceful "Thank you, sir." The exchange was brief, but it was a flicker of mutual appreciation that set a positive tone for the day ahead.