Farmer Wants A Wife 2020 finale recap: Alex and Henrietta. | #tinder | #pof


Meanwhile, Farmer Alex is meeting Jess’s family in Geelong. Jess’s sisters say it’s important her kids can grow up around their cousins which throws a bit of a spanner in the works. 

Farmer Nick is off to meet up with Liz and her friends. He thinks they’re “too similar” to date which makes zero sense but ok. 

Liz’s friends turn out to be three massive blokes. Liz tells her friends she quite likes Nick but she can’t shake the feeling that he’s seeing someone else and… true. 

Back in Geelong, Jess tells Alex that she’s not so worried about the cousins growing up together situation and she can definitely see herself falling in love with him. 

It’s decision day for Nick which is hilarious because he’s completely incapable of making a decision. 

He has a barn think and then Liz gets out of the car and walks towards him. 

Nick tells Liz seeing her is like “seeing an old friend”. 

Suddenly Naomi appears and Nick tells her he’s made his decision and he’s chosen Liz. 

He tells her that on paper they’re perfect for each other but they’re missing something. Naomi says he actually hasn’t been telling her how he feels and what he’s been showing is that he’s interested in Liz. 

Liz suddenly reappears and Nick tells her she’s a beautiful, beautiful angel and he wants to be more than friends. 

Somehow – against all the odds – Nick has not only managed to make a decision… but he’s made the right one. 

They head off the live happily ever after at the Tasmanian vineyard. 

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Next, Farmer Alex is meeting Henrietta’s friend Leigh. Alex explains that Hetty is a “risk” for him and he’s worried about her leaving her fancy life behind for life on the farm in Cunnamulla. 

Alex and Henrietta have a private chat. Henrietta tells Alex she thinks they have amazing chemistry but there’s this big “but” in the room which is… Jess. 





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