Humble Response To A Compliment Novels & Stories

He was the same man I saw from the company back there, but much younger and looked nothing like the man I saw in the magazine, gone was his aura of seriousness or his menacing stare, he still emits a mature and cold aura though but it was fresh to see him on the same light I used to see. "I see..." I answered because truthfully, I don't know how to answer someone apologizing sincerely to me, no one does that, my whole life I grew up as the one apologizing, not the one being apologize for. It's like when everybody greeted me happy birthday and I don't know what to reply, I'm not being humble or anything, I just don't know what to say, saying thank you seems like bland and ungrateful so I repl

“How do you define a rich person? This is how you do it!” These senior family members kept complimenting Thomas. They complimented all aspects they could, like his ability, character, and appearance. This made Thomas very embarrassed. He sat on the chair and lowered his head. He almost did not have the courage to look around. Thomas had been through a lot of hardships, but his only weakness might be that he felt shy when he was complimented by these senior family members. This made him feel more awkward than when he was insulted.

“It’s effective.” “You mean embarrassing.” He takes a step closer. “You did well.” I blink. “What?” He tilts his head slightly. “You made it believable.” “Because you bullied me into it!” He doesn’t move, just studies my face with that unreadable gaze. “Do you always react like this when someone compliments you?” “Do you always hand out compliments like they’re court summons?” “Only when necessary.” My heart does that annoying flip thing again. I try to laugh it off. “Oh no. Don’t get soft on me now. The PR team will combust.”

I deem it necessary to correct her perception, rejecting any semblance of subservience in our interaction. "Please don't apologize for something unintentional. I don't require any assistance at the moment, so there's no need for you to worry," I responded, observing a shift in her demeanour. Her expression indicated that my words had brought her a sense of contentment. It was intriguing to realize that my actions could generate such positive reactions in others. This realization left me hopeful, suggesting that I could potentially make a positive impact by perpetuating this attitude.

I set the menu down in front of him, smiling. He grinned. “And you’re very bold.” “Just being honest,” I said lightly. “So you’re saying you walk around telling strangers they’re handsome?” “Only the ones who deserve it.” His smile widened. “And how many people deserved it today?” “You’re the first,” I said, placing a glass of water on the table. He leaned back slightly in his chair, clearly amused. “Should I feel honored?” “Very. I don’t give compliments cheaply.” “Good,” he replied smoothly. “I’d hate to think I was just another handsome face in your day.”

"And I think that's the reason why you got all this attention. Because your presence draws them to you." I wasn't sure if he was trying to butter up to me, but the compliments were making me feel great about myself, despite the shitty morning I'd had with my sister. "I honestly don't know how to respond with compliments. Whenever I say thank you, they think I'm presumptuous," I blurted, cursing myself in my head for saying such a thing. "No pressure though." He slightly laughed at what I said as we both stopped in our track when the two massive doors of the gym came right in our face. Mason opened the door for me as I walked pass by him.

He beamed at me, gesturing for me to come forward to address everyone. I clasped my hands together humbly as I nodded in acknowledgement at everyone who congratulated me. “Thank you for your kindness, everyone. I must say that this isn’t my doing. We wouldn’t have gotten this far if not for everyone's input.” “You don’t have to be so humble.” One of the staff said, “You earned it.” “Thank you,” I mumbled shyly.

That’s a straight up compliment that I wasn’t even planning on telling him that but I already said it. “I don’t know. I just woke up like this.” Ambrose grinned and I was taken aback by the fact that something like this came out of his mouth. He’s starting to open up with this witty response and I guess I’m going to do a lot of complimenting from now on. “Haha, very funny.” I was quick to look away fully aware that I’m already blushing from what I’ve just said. Ambrose’s response was also a part of that.

But inquiring for the answer is like being a murderer, then asking the police if he killed someone or not. Since he won't answer me even if I ask what he exactly knows, let's divert our topic for now. "Uhhhh, thank you," I muttered. "Your hair looks good on you, by the way." His face turned red, maybe because he was embarrassed by my random compliment. "Everything looks g-good o-on m-me," he stuttered but there was confidence on his sentence. 'Well, he has privilege to boast his pretty face. Who am I to disagree?'

"Has anyone ever told you that you deflect compliments like they're personal attacks?" That made me laugh despite myself. "Maybe once or twice." "It's endearing, actually. Modest heroes are the best kind." Her smile turned almost flirtatious. "Though I have to wonder what it would take to make you actually accept a compliment." "There you go with the hero thing again." "Because it's true." Her voice grew serious. "What you did, Hunter... it was extraordinary. And the fact that you can't see that just makes it more impressive."